The search continues.
At first, I thought it was ‘Minimum Wage’. Then ‘You and Your Racist Friend’. Both deserving of further exploration.
But in the category of life imitating art, tonight I believe the winner is ‘Kiss Me Son of God’.
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they’ve overcome their shyness
Now they’re calling me “Your Highness”
And the world screams, “Kiss me, son of God”
You take a listen and decide for yourself.
I was remixing an old song last night. Trying to see if I can pull out a better song from the old tracks. During the process I came across these lyrics (I say came across because it is almost as if someone else wrote them – me of 20 years ago).
Somewhere East of Cain we all lost ground
Eden guards her fruit, the rains tumble down.
Faith comes, religion falls
Graffiti art on the cloister walls
Somewhere East of Cain we all lost ground.
If you are going to progress as an artist you have to recognize and honor the small steps. This is harder than it initially sounds because for some reason we all seem to believe in the giant leaps and the breakthroughs.
But as Twyla Tharp noted in her book The Creative Habit, it is the daily work that brings the payoff. What I’m talking about might be some sort of corollary to her work.
I would urge you (a.k.a. the young me) to pay attention to and rejoice in the tiny, infinitesimal gains that perhaps only you recognize.
Your girlfriend or wife or partner may not hear the difference in the way the slide moves. Your bandmates may think you sound exactly like you did last week. But you know something shifted. Something subtle. Something small. You crossed a threshold.
If you feel it. Believe it. And smile. And enjoy it.
This is what progress feels like.
Just realizing that I posted the before images of the Gibson L-00 but never got back to post the after pics.
I can’t say enough about the work that Elliot John-Conry and Dan Erlewine did. Its not just the way it looks but the tone and soul they brought back to life. True craftsmen.