checking in

Because I don't want this blog to check out.

I'm not feeling as apt to explain everything as I was last week.

But things are going alright.

Here deep in the woodshed.

You'll have to take my word for it.

There is no mystical horseshit about writing and playing songs, it's all about development and repetition. And practice.

Exile: descending into it, living it, returning from it. These are the themes.

I'll take my lemons and fold them into a chrysalis.

I'm just going by feel.