(for more information on the upcoming audio project, click on the QUICKSAND link, above)

Quicksand, per Google

In the mid-90s, I was doing a lot more of my own music.  With Daniel Farris (the Black Pill, a billion other projects), I recorded a lot of my songs — lyrics and music by me.  Some (read: most) of it, on reflection, is terrible, terrible, shit.  My age and (in)experience shows through in a lot of the recordings.

There are, however, a number of songs to which I have a strong attachment — enough to fill a playlist, at least.  Unfortunately, the mixes and playing and arrangements of each song are, to varying degrees, flawed. There’s only one song in the batch that doesn’t stand out like Gary Busey at a MENSA meeting, and even it doesn’t fit in as well as I would like.  Still, the words and notes all still hit a very real emotional resonance with me, and so I’ve decided to rework a batch, to be grouped under the umbrella of QUICKSAND.

Most all of the demos (which can be found here) are primarily me and Daniel, with a lot of drum machine.  Some of the arrangements need serious work, while others are largely okay outside of needing to be better recorded or mixed.

I plan on enlisting the help of a number of musicians that I’ve met over the past fifteen years in rerecording these songs, as well as — if I can somehow cobble together the money for it — getting input from a Well-Known Name or two in the world of music. Fortunately, I’ve got no set timeframe; this isn’t going to be a twenty year project filled with option anxiety, no Chinese Democracy, but I certainly will not rush this — both because I don’t have the unlimited pockets to fund the thing, and because I think a lack of patience and disciplined approach is a large source of the flaws in the demos.

Feel free to comment or add suggestions as I go — I’ll be approaching the ‘album’ track by track over the next month, gathering my thoughts and building my initial plan.  While I have no idea if this will eventually become a commercial project, I approach that thought with doubt; I will, however, in one form or another be making the final product available to the public. What’s the point of making art if not to be shared?