Production for “Lifetime” went from slow to a complete stop this week. I probably won’t have anything worth mentioning until after the holidays (let’s hope). I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Drums today. Very excited. Working with the wonderful Matt Siemieniuk!
Derrek Siemieniuk of Adalie really understood what I was looking for when it comes to bass. I was very impressed and I’m very happy with the way the songs are coming together. Hopefully a long recording day Wednesday will take care of all bass and guitar. With that out of the way I am left with drums, vocals, and some keys. Finally, it will be on to mixing/mastering. Not quite there yet, but it’s sounding good.
Bad habits I once thought were weak
Become diamonds that never break
You can call me faithless
Run-down and second-rate
But our love is brilliant
Make me stay
Say something sweet
With white lies and fingers crossed
Tell me I’m everything
Tell me I’m yours
Work your gravity, your charm
Because I’m drifting off
On a path of another love
Instead of your arms
It’s easy to find someone to take away what hurts
Someone to tell me to forget you, as they’re tugging on my shirt
I want to be there
But for now I’ll walk alone
Waiting for you to throw a rope
That drags me home
Someone recently asked me what kind of music “Lifetime” sounds like.
I can’t really say or reveal how it will sound, but I will say that I am heavily influenced by Heart, Bright Eyes, Kevin Devine, Dustin Kensrue and Amy Winehouse.
Weird mix, but I think they are all incredible musicians and they make great music.
Death unites you with a noiseless foot of time
So carry on, heroic vanguard
To golden gates that glow and shine
On arrival, you’re terror-stricken
Before you slip the collar
You’re lead astray
You grand finale
Call it a day
No mercy rule
From stygian shores
That tug and pull
Stroke of a wave and my soul skips
Unabated, bound and determined
To have memory lifted from my fingertips
As I fight my way
Through twilight and shadows
Sometimes people stick it to me
Maybe I’ve taken cheap shots
Grenades of ill-fate thrown at me
Always get kicked to the side
And I keep moving
We’ll find our way through this smoking room
You lit the fire, but I’ll carry you out too.