This is the bucket that I use to throw all of my ideas into. It can get messy, going into this bucket, but it's also full of doodles, stories, dreams and coffee cake.
If I can help someone relax at the end of the day, then I’m happy. Interesting fact – I wrote this song completely drunk, at 3am, in my kitchen with the mandolin pressed up against my ear, playing softly so my roommate wouldn’t hear it. I was so happy with the result, I tried to duplicate the process with my next song, which yielded disastrous results. I then wrote a song about not being able to write a song, so the process still worked.
This is perfect for me right now. Long day. The kind of music I’d want in the car on the way home.
If I can help someone relax at the end of the day, then I’m happy. Interesting fact – I wrote this song completely drunk, at 3am, in my kitchen with the mandolin pressed up against my ear, playing softly so my roommate wouldn’t hear it. I was so happy with the result, I tried to duplicate the process with my next song, which yielded disastrous results. I then wrote a song about not being able to write a song, so the process still worked.