I keep forgetting that the sign I get when something is done, another thing starts. I sent off all of the new songs to a pal that I’ll discuss the cycle’s process with, and to another pal who I work with on the visual aspect, and then something new had me grabbing my phone to record a voice memo, so that’s that. The Compassion Dial is done.
All told, there were 19 things in various states for this project. FEARS, my previous album, tilled a wide patch of soil. Not all of it was viable, but 13 made the cut. The song that cut the cord to the previous work is on the new one. It’s called Shadow of a Doubt. Everything else was written fast and furious, then endured two years of fiddling and tweaking and puzzle solving. I have an embarrassment of riches in the form of collaborators. It’s up to me to finish prepping the thing so I can send it for mastering. I produced everything save one song that was taken away from me by my friend Michael Turner, who played on the first song I wrote for my first album, Lili Elbe Radiating. He took Not Really There and fleshed out my short story into a novel. In a coup, his partner in crime Mandy Cousins sings with me.
I’m going to crowdfund this project. I’ll figure out a live performance. I wish I could put this thing out on vinyl but CD will have to suffice. It will not be on S*****y. I’ll figure out the other lame ass streaming things when the time comes. I hope to have something to look at (YouTubey things) for each song once all is said and done. No one is entitled to an audience. I hope that I have earned enough trust to do this once more. I’d like to do this til I drop.
You in?