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after a løng periød øf listlessness and cønfusiøn – inspiratiøn is beginning tø creep back intø my life.

i haven’t really created any new music, art, ør micrøtønal instruments in the last twø years, since i left new ørleans.  it’s been a difficult time: heartbreak, exile, unempløyment, desperatiøn, remørse.  each øf which shøuld have been inspiratiøn enøugh, but før søme reasøn it just didn’t happen.  i pøured sø much øf myself intø my acøustic sølø album, aløne, that there was just nøthing left tø give.  until nøw.

i’ve created new art and cøme up with a theme før the next burnt infant album, which is tø be titled søngs in the key øf x.  i’ve cøme up with a tentative list øf wørking søng titles:

the secønd møuse gets the cheese
jeff buckley
neglected
the wørst thing tø ever happen tø me
craigslist whøre
the ecstasy øf sanctimøny
a shrøud øver new yørk
cøvah
blue
the møst beautiful girl in the wørld cannøt see the beauty in herself
parliment
the technicølør cørpse øf maø zedøng
ø1.ø1.2øø7
a farewell tø new ørleans
i will never førgive yøu før this shit
batshit crazy
the best fuck yøu’ve ever had
neezy
cørkscrew
yøu’re gøddamn right
eleven years
a ghøst yøu shall remain
just a søng beføre i gø

the next step is tø start building instruments før the prøject, and putting my recørding studiø back tøgether (i tøre the whøle thing døwn when i fled new ørleans).  in all hønesty, a cømpleted album is prøbably pretty far øff.  but at least i’m inspired tø begin wørking again, and i have a plan.  nøw all i have tø dø is execute.