Upon Completing the 13 Hour Drive Home from New York,
04/19/2011 § 13 Comments
Some statements and some thoughts:
First, tracking for what will be either our 2nd or 3rd full length (depending on how you look at it) is completed. Two weeks holed up in Harlem recording, writing, rewriting, and arranging 14 new songs with some really great people now feels quite eerily like a figment of my imagination, a dream of sorts. It’s a strange but familiar feeling, having stepped again back into normalcy, and I’m welcoming it. Adjustment to home life starts now, with preparations for tour on the horizon, where we will again get the opportunity to spend time in Never, Never Land playing music and hanging out with good friends. Of course, there is a lot to do yet to complete the record as a whole. Kinks to work out (there are undoubtedly some kinks), tracks to mix and master, artwork to finish, and the like. Give it some time.
And, going back a bit, on the other hand, it’s a wholly unfamiliar feeling. For one, it’s been two and a half years since we last finished something of this size and scope, so committing to completion is a bit tricky and incredibly bizarre (a record is a funny thing in that way). And for two, we’re empty in a way of something to occupy us, having now finished something that has dominated all of our thought processes for some time. That feels weird, more than anything. Eyes to tour! Anyway.
Second, and file this under thoughts, I’m confident I speak for everyone when I say that we are immensely proud of every pick scrape, rim shot, tambourine shake, unintentional voice crack, intentional voice crack, gritty bass tone, etc. on the record, and we can’t wait for the time when you and anyone else interested in hearing it is able to. It’s different, but it’s still us. You’ll see. I’m excited.
Third, preliminary dedication for this record is for anyone who has ever lost someone or something that gave them purpose and was simultaneously confronted with the always daunting task of finding it back or finding something else to replace it. You will, you will.
Fourth, first line of a seemingly unending list of thank you’s goes to the following: Andrew Everding and Joe Pedulla (for absolutely everything), David Summers, for being the absolute best dude in existence and for taking great pictures, Parry, Juliet, and everyone else at StadiumRed in New York, Kenny Czadzeck for opening both of his apartments to us, Jake Cary, for the hospitality, our old friend Bianca for hosting us so graciously, Tucker, Steve, and Jaime for hanging out with us, Max the cat for being an absolute legend, Chris at No Sleep for helping us do this, and to the New York City transit system, without which we would not have survived. Apologies if I’m forgetting someone, I promise there will be plenty more to come.
In conclusion, I’m tired. We’re all tired. But we’ll talk later, I know. Until then, I hope everything is well.
-Jordan + Dudes, who are likely (hopefully) asleep in their beds.
(Sincerest apologies if this is hazy at all. I’m in a daze)