If you recall about four months ago I said I was putting my head down and not coming up for air until I had the album finished? Consider this my official first gasp for oxygen. The sunlight, it burns my eyes.
I know most people don’t have the luxury of crawling into a bunker and working on a project until it’s done, but I’m very glad that I can do that. The only boss breathing down my neck is… well, you. You want motivation? Every time one of my Matthew Ebel dot net subscribers asks “so when’s the album going to be finished?”, that’s motivation. For me the urge to create is equalled by the urge not to disappoint. And maybe that’s not healthy, I don’t know… living on the validation of others’ expectations has ruined too many people to catalogue.
Regardless, I’m out. I’ve been paroled, liberated, renewed (not in the Logan’s Run sense). I missed you guys, too, I feel like we haven’t talked in ages. What’s happened in the last four months? Everybody still uses Facebook all day long, right?