Sometimes I forget to look at how lucky I am.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m very thankful and never take my good fortune for granted, but in working like a meth bee, the chance to sit back and take stock is often replaced by graft.
And that’s where insomnia comes in handy.
Lying here in a huge hotel room in Vegas (I got upgraded because those crappy plastic keys consistently failed to work. I’m sure it’s my natural electricity that fucks with them, but that’s another story…), still reeling from our most successful Pledge launch so far, while the Ginger Wildheart Band hammer down the backing tracks in my absence, in a beautiful studio in Wales, my thoughts pinball around from one flashing extreme to another. All pinging and chiming with deafening joy. Things are good.
It wasn’t even 2 years ago that 555% pulled me from the brink of resignation and now, working on the 7th album since that campaign began, I feel blessed to call as friends the kind of amazing musicians that I trust to record my songs without me being present. And I feel honoured to know that we’re all laying down the performances of our lives in absolute respect for the amazing fans that allow us to do this. Also, I give daily thanks for the ability to still churn out tunes without much struggle. Seems to be going well so far.
Initially I wanted to call the album ALBION, and thought Practical Musician was a much weaker title. Then I started getting used to it, and finally came to the conclusion that not many bands could call their album Practical Musician, and have it actually apply to every single member of the outfit. Now I love the title. It’s odd, and it says everything about what we are all doing here. And by ‘we’ I include you.
Oh, and wait until you see the artwork. Many pennies will drop when it is finally revealed.
I miss my family on these long trips to the States, and this one was particularly grueling, affording me almost 24 hours of semi drunken pining. Still, I’m working to feed them, that’s where the ‘practical’ side to being a musician comes in.
And in working as hard as I do I appear to have amassed a second family that i find myself missing too, namely those fruity fuckers back in Wales.
And to know that they’re shedding blood (literally, in Chris’s case. Mate, use the bleedin’ washing machine and embrace the posh) on the tracks for our extended family, the community known as ‘You Lot’, makes me feel like the circle is more complete than it has ever been.
Everything finally clicked. I have nothing to complain about. Believe me I’ve looked.
I’ve had 2 hours sleep and I’m supposed to be going to the gym in an hour. I think that might not happen. Or at least it can wait until later.
Meanwhile I’ll remain in the comfiest bed I’ve ever almost slept in, and wallow in this feeling of well being and gratitude.
Thank you. x