I’m in the air on my way to Dallas.  I could feel I was being studied by the lady next to me since we took off.  After our orange juices arrived, she finally asked, “Are you someone my daughter might know?” She picked up on my initial confusion and added, “She is really into music and I saw your guitar when you boarded.”  I took a sip of my Minute-Maid, looked up at her and told her to shut her mouth (no, I didn’t).  I told her that it wasn’t a guitar, but a guitar-shaped suitcase and that she should learn to shut her mouth (no, I didn’t do that either).  The truth is that I said, “um, I don’t know.  Maybe.”  She grinned at me piercingly and gave me one more thorough look over and then said, “It would be a shame if I didn’t get you to sign something and then you turned out to be somebody.”  I told her I thought the same thing about her.

I haven’t been around people for a little while.  I’ve been closed up in my recording studio that I moved to a cabin in Mountainaire, Arizona – a small wooden town just south of Flagstaff.  For this record I really felt I needed to explore what is outside of my everyday life and search for the rough edges of my outer core by completely emerging myself into my craft.  Of course, that is not true.  I get nauseated when people talk like that.  If you were hoping for an eccentric, artsy explanation for my commute, I am sorry to let you down.  The truth is I wanted to explore what is outside of my everyday life and search for the rough edges of my outer core by…… sorry, I amuse myself too easily.  I know this.  No, no.  The real truth is that quite simply I didn’t have a better idea.  That, and I hate LA in the summer time.

I have 10 songs done now.  After the show in Dallas tonight, I will head straight back and try and tie a bow on this little guy.  I get a bit angry in a few tracks which is a slight departure from my first two releases.  It feels good.  I also managed to write what I think might be the saddest song I have ever written (I know, sorry).  Although I should say that it is nice to be in the studio when I am at a good place personally.  That is perhaps the biggest difference with this record; I am not miserable.

We are starting our initial descent.  I’m going to try and write more blogs in the fewtch (short for future).  Till then….

Oh, and I signed a napkin for her daughter: “Hi tracy, I sure hope I become someone…. – Greg Laswell”