I'm finally getting 2 the point where I feel this album is near completion. There's a good 40 completed songs 2 chop down n2 something special.  It's quite a different record than the F Word. Where that album was brighter, a bit more fun & crammed with everything I wanted 2 represent me. This 1 is a bit darker & sparse. I kinda fell in love with space. It left room 4 more in depth stories I guess. In all actuality I wasn't even trying 2 make an album.  I was bored while waiting on the Love & Other Drugs record 2 b finished.  Which sadly 2 stay is still locked away unfinished on a Mac hard drive somewhere.  But this...this started as journal entries. Words on paper (ok...apple notes) that were just a bunch of thoughts & fears. Truths I couldn't share in real life & exercises in artistic storytelling cuz I could. It's about loneliness & faith, obsession & solidarity. About everything I've lost & gained since the last time I released a piece of music. It's really all about me...me being brutally honest & open & speaking from a place I usually conceal &/or sugar coat cuz in my delusional mind...it's easier that way. 

But fuck it...it's time we get 2 the music...