Greetings from Finland! I’m writing this from the airport, as I’m waiting for the plane to roll in and take me home to England. I’ve spent almost a week here, working on my record. It’s been fun and I’m really pleased with the results. But let me start by rewinding to about three months ago…
For the past few weeks, I’ve been going over all of the songs that we’re going to be working on. I’ve been listening to them tirelessly, adding little things here, changing sounds, polishing lyrics and editing like there’s no tomorrow.
I signed up for a stand-up comedy course on a whim a couple of weeks ago. Now I spend 3 hours every Saturday learning how to do stand-up comedy. In addition I have homework which requires me to write a 5 minute routine every week.
A train of thought on London, loneliness and working on this album alone.
I’m sitting on a train as I write this. It’s dark and wet outside as the train swishes through the suburbs of London towards the West Country. I was in London for a couple of days. London was busy, and my hotel was fully booked…
Was I going to go back to making music? Was I in the process of making a record? I hadn’t really planned on doing that, and I felt quite unsure whether I was going to actually take this pursuit seriously and devote proper time and effort to it all. Yet, I really loved these songs, and I felt that it would be real shame if they didn’t see the light of day.
Ok, so in my last post I was hinting that I am working on a new project, which fills me with joy and dread in equal amounts. Since then lots of people have reached out to me to ask what it is, so I thought I’m just going to start talking about it openly..
So, I’ve been working on this new project and it’s been exhilarating, and a bit scary and a lot of fun. I’ve discarded all thoughts about what it should be and what others might think about it. Instead, I am selfishly and joyously doing what feels good. Having fun, dancing around, collecting interesting ideas and working in a quick, light-hearted manner.
I started reading tarot cards maybe 15 years ago. The cards provided excitement for many long nights with my friend or my mum, when over a glass of red wine we’d be discussing the joys and worries of our lives.