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When things fall apart, they all crack and shatter at once (so it seems at least). So after a VERY busy two weeks of moving to a new city, the cream on the cake was sitting down for the weekend to work on my next release only to find my Protools system wasn't working as one would hope a Protools system should work.
Two days of system maintenance and reinstalling software and operating systems from scratch AND generally beating my head against the cement wall of my 'man cave' (no euphemism intended, I'm currently occupying a garden shed underneath my girlfriend's house) later, I was not much closer to recording anything.
Luckily, I started 'More for a Woman to Lose' just before I left Sydney and the song has been around for a while, so there wasn't loads of work left to do on it. Still, after a weekend with my 'tech brain' turned on, finishing a song in a couple of hours last night was the last thing I was ready to do. This project is forcing me to sit down and complete things though. Not just drift in and out of work as the mood takes me. I aim to make sure that the 95% of perspiration goes into every 5% of inspiration I feel is worthwhile. Dammit.
So here's a song inspired by a street I used to live on in Brisbane, where hookers would patrol night and day. We (I and my housemates) would squirm uncomfortably when we saw unsavory looking characters pull up and whisk away the girls to who-knows-where. Once I saw a girl walk up and down the street waving at patrons while crying her eyes out. Someone pulled up in a BMW and took her away.
In this story, a pregnant wife follows her husband to such a street and watches as he hires a hooker to give him a blowjob in one of the ally ways. In anger and disgust she runs away from the scene to a hospital and has the baby aborted. One of the darker stories I've written. But I try not to shy from things just because they are dark or difficult or confronting. The portrayals of disharmony are as important as stories of love because only with darkness will light make sense. Only from the chaos all around us will a path become clear