I didn't intend this blog to become personal but I have to make a small exception and judging by the loooads of comments on this blog I suppose not that many people read it anyway.
I just watched "The Devil and Daniel Johnston". What a fabulous documentary! If I felt at all broken, insane and raging before I saw that movie it has all disappeared by now. I'm nowhere near as fucked up as Daniel Johnston. Probably not near Daniel in any other way either, genious or madman.
Anyway. As long as you have to deal with other people and especially if there's money involved things always become a drag. As fun as it can be sometimes making an album, for me it's mostly hard work and disapointments. I guess to feel entirely happy I should do what Daniel did, record a tape on my own and just hand it out to people. Be free of the business and the demands. At some point quality seems to become more important than the feeling, the songs and everything. I want it top of the top and truth is today I just woke up wondering where all the fun had gone. Noone tells you this before you start making an album. I did one before and it was hard at times but not like this.
I suppose if you have a backing label, manger, publicist whatever, things can get alot easier, but I make it all by myself and it's starting to eat on me. I'm lucky to have such an involved, supporting husband or I don't know how I would manage. Inspired by the book I'm reading "Hotel California", Daniel Johnston and my bad moods I wrote this little piece.
It won't be on an album, at least not on this one so feel free to download the lot of it.
"Circle of Friends"
g'night folks
