I realize dear Sinners, that it's been a while. For good reason(s). The recently extinguished year did not spare me it's chaos. However, I am certain I will look back upon it as one of the most important periods of my brief stay in this skin. Just weeks after writing an entry about The Elephant Box and my deceased father, the man I called Grandfather and Mentor departed this spinning stone. For those of you who are unfamiliar, I refer to him as L.V.S whenever I write of him. In fact, and yes I mean factually, there will be a song named just that on the new album. He was grace, strength, and mischief defined. I miss him in a way that is very different from how I imagined I might. The story was written in his memory and honor. Crafted in the way that he always asked I write. It is his.
Recently, I put the final touches on that and 9 other stories that will become the next full length album. Now begins pre-production with my miscreants: Dusty Bones, Mr. Gillespie, and Dante Edmont. There will be a host of other players featured as well but these brothers of mine will be the core. And this collection my fiends, is war.
Some of the songs on the new album have already been performed live, while others are a mystery even to my cohorts.
A major difference in the composition of these songs is the process.
While most of The Owl & The Elephant existed for at least a year before I approached the studio, two of these stories were written within the last week. My writing binges have been feverish this time around. Like sharp stab wounds rather than a slow twisting rope. I think I might even have another in me before we enter the recording phase.
You won't see us live much for a bit, but know that it is simply because we are in the depths of the recording process which begins on February 5th. We will track and mix the album, much like we did the last, in under 20 days.
It curls my lip a bit to think of how I met Mr. Gillespie and Dante during the process of recording my last collection. It's a privilege to now call these men my friends. Men of true soul, depth, and talent. And of course Dusty, whom I've known for nearly half my life...I'd not be surprised if, at the very moment I felt an unexplained pain in my foot, Mr. Bones had stubbed his toe 60 miles away. We'll be fighting over who takes the bullet I imagine.
Mike Ferretti will once again co-produce, and Mr. Ian Scratch and Peter horn will return on percussion and fiddle respectively. But it won't stop there. Oh, no Sinners, it won't stop there.
The second movement. The second of many. It has become clear to me that until life leaves me or is taken from me I must. I simply. Must. Do this.
Sooner,
SJ
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