mad max

It's day 5 here at the blasting room in Colorado. The last few day have been very interesting. It's strange to spend an entire winter writing songs. Some personal, some fictional. Some I wish were fictional. Then meeting a guy and saying, "here ya go! Here's my songs go ahead and fuck with them and shape them to your liking". Obviously I was not too stoked on the idea of working with a producer at first. I'm kinda territorial of my songs. Let me be clear, I do NOT think I'm a great songwriter. Most of the time I bum myself out because I can't come up with the genius lines like Schwartzenbach and Dylan. Or tell a story like springsteen without sounding forced and fake like some of my peers.
But seriously working with Bill Stevenson has been one of the best musical experiences of my life. Up until now, the only person I've trusted with song writing help and arrangement has been my friend/drummer josh. He's the only one I would feel comfortable letting in and passing judgement on songs. But Bill is a genius. No joke. He's helped so much. In less than a week I've come to the conclusion that I want to work with him in the future and keep coming back here to Colorado whenever it's time to put together a record. Not only that though, he's one of the funniest, honest humans I've ever met. A huge inspiration.