No Rest for the Weary
No rest for the weary. On the train to Montreal, and still plowing away at the new MrCrippin record. After you write about 6 new songs, a more defined and focused sound begins to appear. After your next 6 you can start to sense and album, and still more direction. Then another batch makes you think the first batch sucks and that your second would be pretty strong B-sides. Then that keeps happening and each time now, two songs get dropped from the bottom. I’m hoping to bring in 30 to our prospective producer. Thats how Dad did it!