7 years ago today, working with my music producer friend, and lifelong percussionist, Mark Greenhalgh on the Fleshwound album (you need people who believe in you), trying to hammer out live drum tracks. It was a huge step forward, but it wasn’t until a few years later that I set up my trusty Yamaha Rydeen kit in the basement of another friend’s house and found the vibe, finally.

It took a few weeks, and dozens of takes (across 15 songs). I had a shitty mic set. Borrowed cymbals. Noisy laptop. I wanted to make it consistent. I had to find my chops, adjust and readjust cymbals, break sticks and throw things in frustration…then remember all the little details and nuances of each song’s performance, to get to that happy place where it finally felt glued together.

In the end, I was able to close my eyes and hit record. Beep-beep-beep-beep. Boom.

Do your thing. The clocks and calendars don’t give a shit. Everyone has an opinion. Trust yourself. Some things take way longer than you expect. Some things require you to grow more into who you always were, and then it just falls in line.

Some things just weren’t meant to be. Doesn’t matter. Keep on. Make stuff. Break stuff. Remake yourself, over and over again. C’est la vie.

Solvitur ambulando

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