posted Wednesday, July 17, 2019
OK, so I suck at updates. But I'm still alive. And tonight, however incredible it seems, we finished the last of the masters for the new Project Feijoa album, The California Tapes. I wrote the first of the songs (Jesusita) in California on a Greyhound bus on 17 September 2009 (I keep meticulous notes), so if we take a month to get the thing onto streaming, it'll be exactly a ten year project. Of course, I haven't been fully committed to it for every day in between. Other things have at times seemed important; just not recently, when I began wondering where the years beginning 201.. had gone.
Oddly, as it became (quite recently) apparent that Tapes might actually be finishable, I've often found myself thinking back to the Scottish summer of 1995, when (- wait: I just used Scottish and summer in the same sentence; let me backtrack. Between about April and September 1995, I finished and wrote up a PhD, which is to say, I spent those months actually doing it, as opposed to climbing and playing music in the Scottish Highlands and occasionally getting absurdly drunk at pointless conferences in appalling concrete-and-brick eyesores in various parts of England, which is what I'd previously been led to believe a PhD at a Scottish University actually consisted of).
Yeah, anyway. Did I put all those brackets and full stops in the right places? My point... yes. I haven't worked as hard on anything since 1995, so I hope you like it. If you do, most of the credit is due to Emily and Rob; but buy it for God sakes, because the royalties are due to me.
