Truly one of those disguised blessings though - the extra time was a gift. It is a much longer and more boring story, but in short, it was devastating and demanded a severe detour from the future IвЂ™d anticipated.

I was broken and when I left California, it was with the heavy burden of an unfinished album. Unfortunately, karma take it or leave it, I had to confront the reality that my voice was destroyed that the previous year of touring had reduced my once infallible instrument to a pale spectre of its former self. Sitting in the room with my favorite team of regulars (Richard Gottehrer and Sune Rose Wagner producing, Alonzo Vargas engineering), it was easy to add some flesh to my song skeletons. Still later, in November 2012, I returned to Hollywood to record among the lingering Pet Sounds at East West Studios, in pursuit of a bigger, darker, more urgent sound. They were bound together, not just by an overall sonic palette and new guitar pedal, but by time, intention, and fervor.Дo you hear Suede? Siouxie? Cold-wave Patti? Madonna? Cure? Velvet and Paisley Undergrounds? Stone Roses? Cuz I did.ДЄ month later I ran away to Hollywood, and again locked myself up, and two more songs were born from drunken loneliness in room at the Chateau Marmont - points if you can discern which ones. I had collected various songs and half-songs over the previous months, vaguely regarding them as future releases, but had the nagging feeling they were to be tossed out on the hunt for the next sound, the next record, which was at that point almost palpable.ДЄnd so I spent the next week in a sparkling haze, seven stories closer to Heaven, and when I emerged from the frenzy to go back on tour, indeed ten new songs came with. (Do yourself a favor and read it here if youвЂ™ve never. Apart from his refusal to be competitively evaluated, it was his gentle worship and protection of his own creative process, his crowned Inspiration, which resonated with me. I was reminded of that letter Nick Cave wrote to MTV, in response to being nominated for an award. Performing live offers the same rush to me, but itвЂ™s an even more elusive, haunting ghost. IвЂ™ve always lived an introspective life, but it is these rare moments of actively stepping outside my head, to create things tangible to others, that I find truly transcendent. Like all compulsive minds, I was waiting with bated breath (вЂњand whispering humblenessвЂќ) to let the muse loose. In the summer of 2012, between tours supporting End Of Daze, I locked out the world and sat down in my apartment to write a new record - clear view of the New York City sky through iron bars like a promise. It is never that easy, though, and so was ushered in a new version of confusion, et al.

It was a marked comment to myself, for future reference, that what will be, will be, and that there is always exciting work to be done ahead. End Of Daze had for me signaled exactly that an end to a part of my life that was confused, difficult, disastrous, and at times, redemptive.

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