I keep my calendar current I make spreadsheets. I wake up at a reasonable hour, go outside, eat well, get my steps in, call my friends, and follow up on plans. I want to put on my coat and my shoes and leave the party and go home before it gets too late, before the walls slide sideways and people start doing things that change the shape of the years to come. Bad love and bad choices are a chemical ride, a day blown out into the white gleam behind the technicolor. I know the throaty blue thrill of sadness, a rising chord and a held note, bridging the space between the long afternoon and the fast evening, and I know the spine-shiver of driving all the way home in a pitch-black winter night, unable to see beyond the perimeter of my own car’s headlights. I’m trying to grow up and get over myself, do the work of a life in its bargains and its building blocks, to stack one piece on another until the structure holds secure. I felt so bad for so long and I didn’t like it, I really didn’t I wouldn’t go back there for the world. Every instrument entered on key and every voice found the harmony, all of it forced to make up for whatever I’d inflicted on myself. I used to choose the things most likely to hurt me, on purpose, aiming squarely to get hurt, and it was terrible, and stupid, but it made everything visible object spark and gleam. Feeling broken-hearted is a way to feel young again, sometimes, and sometimes sorrow can light up every avenue that stretches downtown toward a vanishing point. It’s true that pain polishes the edges of the streets and the subway stations, and makes their colors and angles sing. I’m supposed to be past it I’m trying to live up in the light. I’m not supposed to want this kind of stuff anymore. I think in the interest of giving each song it’s time in the sun, as well as building a relationship with the audience, a season of singles can be a really creative and engaging way to go.Very grateful to this street-art advertising on grand & broome for giving me an image to use for this piece
“It’s a bit more of a real-time evolution of the artist in doses that play out like an ongoing conversation. “The singles approach gives me a little more well-rounded day-to-day creative process in that I’m simultaneously tinkering with writing, production and sharing with the audience as opposed to may past routine of taking six months to write, six months to record and then a few months to refresh and restart.”įurthermore, he has found the new routine to be quite “mentally refreshing,” too. “Feeling like that trilogy was complete, I wanted to try a new way of creating and sharing as I move forward,” he said. In the aftermath of his third album, Bluebird, Johnson witnessed his creativity drastically shift. “Irises” is the latest in a string of singles this year. “Hear me out / Did you know that snowflake’s designed like none / Other and your irises’ lines are spun / Alone in yellow color,” he sings.
Under four minutes, “Irises” appears to fill the entire expanse of both time and space.
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