last night I started working on a bad song Lane was already in bed, I had this odd descending chord progression in my head it seemed like it might want to be something so I took my guitar to the other room let my voice play against it in the night recorded a little snippet improvising over the shadowy form of it and then let it go, or at least tucked it away— it was sleepy (or maybe I was) songs have their own lives in the world apart from me I have my pouch full of the seeds of ideas and songs that could, in the soil of time and attention sprout and grow into something, long tendrils curling, spilling from the speakers of a tiny cafe in Brisbane— the world is connected in ways I cannot see + + + + + + + + + + we live near a park where lots of people bring their dogs so maybe it's no surprise when we see the occasional stray most of them have that feigned bravado chest out and bounding aimlessly tongues lolling and easy to spot in their furtive glances— most zigzagging off across the lawns, but some of them will come right up to you gentle, with that lost and beseeching look like there's somewhere they know they need to be but this isn't that place— and for those few, we try to help them find their way home maybe collecting songs is like that "these are the ones who asked me for help so they could go home" + + + + + + + + + + I know enough by now to know that the first meeting with a song could be the last time you meet or chance might bring you back together in a couple years and you'll go for a walk and start up a beautiful friendship ae—so be kind to the strays that come your way, looking for a home —ZW
next week the first stray (song from this new album) will be re-homed (released). 10.18.24. it’s called “Strawberry Morning” and I’ll share about it here. planning on dropping something here every Wednesday, so that works out.
peace,
Z