Damien Rice’s Eskimo. period. That album in genius. GENIUS. This guy basically recorded the whole thing with his Eskimo friends in his basement studio i think i heard. I’m telling you;;;you never know when masterpieces are going to evolve. I can recall years ago my buddy Liz M. put me on to him and I would seriously BINGE on some Eskimo Friends action. So pulling it out today was a big reunion. I haven’t played him in a while and he has no idea all the new cool songs I’ve been writing.
So as I’m breaking down trying to figure out how Damien Rice has effected my inspiration of beauty trigger, I’m cooking myself lunch. Catfish, onions, peppers, eggplant, carrots, shrimp and my newest favorite ingredient, KILBASA—all over white rice (ha ha Damien white Rice). I’m listening to the album while I’m cooking. I’m also reflecting on the song on my current album–to be released in march–I think we’re calling it TESTIFY–but containing a bunch of songs from our two EP’s This Time Around and Run Into the Rain. I become instantly aware of how grateful I am to be working with two of the best paired producers of ALL TIME. Completely undiscovered gem of talent those two. I guess you never know what kind of magic can manifest when two people who have similar knowledge and diverse paths to manifesting it get together. The impact can be extremely ATOMIC though. Atomic in a good way of course. Anyway, I settled on the thought that I recognized how lucky I was and how lucky Damien Rice must have felt when he was creating his dream project. This nuclear thought came to me and I (ew, my dog just sniffed my other dogs ass–am I the only one who thinks that’s gross—especially when I’m eating)—ANYWAY, that nuclear thought came to me and that’s when I began to visualize the parallels of potential. I see images of me in the studio recording a song in the Slingshot Studio in Boston, then I see myself in Underground Studios in Venice. CA (home of CALIFORNICATION Showtime show with David Dachoveney–i loved that show even before I ever journeyed to Venice btw)–
Then I imagine Damian Rice in his basement. The basement actually looked like Franz’s old studio when he lived in Boston–I guess the mind tries to make images feel comfortable even if their out of place— easy pulling from a familar roladex if the mind can’t place the spot somewhere accurate. (aww my dogs are playing. This is so cute. Especially since one is a mut and really old and one is a young plumpy beagle) ANYWAY –i imagine both of us like split screen creating our personal masterpieces.
I hope my project is received as well–that would be a great part of that image.
Is catfish fattening? It feels kinda fatty. My food tastes good by the way. Except that its cold now because I keep putting my plate of food down to type this post.
alright, Iyeoka out.
ps. come out to Tommy Doyle’s Saturday Night if ur in Boston. My band is dope–AND we’re playing some new songs from the new EP’s aforementioned.
