The new Christmas album is done, of course.
12th draft just finished of the super secret script project. Not my idea, but my execution. Based on an idea thought up by an old friend. Fairly mind-blowing.
2/3 of a new epic fantasy done. 160,000 words and counting. It’s turning into a doorstop.
First song finished and recorded for next Inflatable Hippies album (just think of all those hippies floating through the sky–what a pastorally atmospheric sight, particularly during a beautiful sunset). Not a Christmas album at all. This one is more of a protest album. There’s plenty of things to protest on this, the third day of the new year. And the list will grow.
Every dream has got an end,
wake up in your bed.
But the light’s gone gray,
is this day
or are we dreaming instead?
Every story’s got an end
you know it in your head.
But the pages turn,
is there time to learn
before we wake up dead?
I’m kind of going in a Linkin Park meets Green Day, but in a more sensible fashion.