Ok, so I'm going to pull in a bit of particle physics. Now before everybody's eyes roll up in their heads and said heads land on the desk before them.... Ok, this isn't going very well. Look - before any event in the realm of the super tiny occurs, there is only probability - an entire set of probabilities, a beautiful spectrum of percentages, because anything can happen ... until it does. As soon as somebody sees the event, whatever it is, all of the probabilities shrink down to a single thing, a specific outcome, because that is what the person observed. No more guessing, no more uncertainty, no more changes. This is what music is like. When it exists in my head, it has a shape, it has a melody, it has certain sounds to it, but it is all a bit hazy. I can work it out on the piano, and that's fine, because it is still a sketch, it varies day by day. It still has possibilities. That is - until I write it down, which takes a while. Lots of false paths, backing up, going forward again, until the rough shape is done, then polishing, tons of polishing, until, like stone, like a gem, it is finished, set, permanent - dead. Don't get me wrong - I love the process, the honing, the working and reworking, until it is just so, and then I listen, again and again and again, tweaking, until it really is done. Over the subsequent weeks and months I admire it some more until, one day, I realize that I can no longer remember what it was that I had in my head before I started writing it down. It's gone, and even in the excitement of the finished thing, there is a bit of sadness.
So I'm holding on, for now, selfishly. It's mine, it's right here, so if you want to hear the new stuff, you'll have to come out to Ellettsville and listen to me play. Any time babes - I'm right here, with the live wires in my hand, ready to put the zap on ya.