I hate it when my stomach hurts.

I threw up some eggs and ice cream that I had for breakfast and drove down to the rehearsal space. It's in a decrepit part of town in some bricked back alley that not even the homeless care about... I love it. I get inside and drink some more coffee... this time it's cold. I threw up again.

I hate cold coffee.

I hooked up a ten year old, piece of shit, radioshack mic into my guitar pedal board and another mic inside the old beat up Winter Co. piano and ran em both into a recorder for documentary purposes.

I cranked up some distortion and delay and reverb and flange on the vocal for kicks or until it sounded freaky enough to be unrecognizable and started tinkering around on the ivories when something came out that sounded kind of Danny Elfman so I hit record and started singing some nonsense about being a cloud or a tree or the snow or whatever.

A half hour later I had what became the title track to our new record... "Everything Starts Where it Ends."

Something about the line intrigued me into thinking about how everything has a purpose but never seems to go anywhere and what really matters is the stuff that happens in between that we consider "beginnings" and "ends".

I showed the mock recording to Dave and he thought it was brilliant so I dove back into it head first, which I would later do with all the new songs, dissecting the lyrics, bending them and twisting them and re-writing them until they said everything that I had never said before.

And so the new album was born then and there... or was it earlier...

(to be continued)