Worked solidly today on the Tree Of Keys remaster. Listened to the album last night and made a few notes about changes, mostly about the sheet music, yet today found myself adjusting almost every track, sometimes much more radically than expected. I think the results are much better, but I'll have to wait to listen in a future day, with clear ears. These days are a lot of work, and sometimes feel like achieving very little. Tiny steps, crafting an album destined to be unpopular, yet as valuable and important as any too. Art isn't about popularity. The best art will never be popular, and most popular art is frequently poor; mediocre the very word for average has come to mean something of poor quality.
I conducted a video interview in the morning for Galleria Balmain, but a technical problem meant that it wasn't recorded. Still, this was a useful rehearsal.
This evening, practice for the three songs I'll perform at the 'Compose Yourself' event. I've at least decided on the three, but finding each one more difficult. I'll be playing 'More' with new instrumentation, I'll play the guitar lead parts, but on synthesizer. I've found yet more errors in the sheet music for two of the songs.
The days feel like a struggle. I feel I'm not making enough new things, not making progress towards any new and brilliant goal, but I must at least finish and master what I am involved with. Most artists are trapped by their passions of the time, irrespective of common sense or rational belief; yet, it is this quality which can lead to new things. The very first rule of creative success is to do what others do not.
Onwards and upwards we crawl. Hand over knotted hand. Fist over bloodied fist.
