I was thinking today about how short these little write-ups have been so far. It occurs to me that they’re short because things are moving so quickly, so there’s really isn’t much to say, short of, “we got together and wrote another sketch of a song.”
Or, in the case of this week, two.
It really is just bizarre. But every week things go faster and this week we already had the first one in place after about 30 minutes, so we went ahead and tried again. And, poof!, there was another. It also felt different this week. Before, I think, it still seemed sort of iffy, like it could end up not being anything in the end. But this week it felt much more definite and I felt a lot more confident in the ideas I was having. I think it has passed an imaginary point in the time line where it is an actuality, now.
All of which is good, since my mental state is still not the best right now, and the last two rehearsals with my band have not been good ones. It has nothing to do with them, and everything to do with my brain. Everything sounds tired and dead, and even attempts to revamp some songs sound flat to me. I’m not sure what it is I’m playing on them anymore and I don’t feel the confidence I once did in how it all sounds. I know it’s all tied to my current depression, but it doesn’t help to get around it.