To simplicity. If you think too much about what you’re attempting to do and strive to contextualize every action and thought, the system inevitably compounds unto itself. What you believe to be so grand and important is quickly reduced to a fragile network of fragments, linked together by the weakest of bonds.

I can’t let anything act as an obstruction to the most important outlet I have. The idea is to keep writing. I would always tell myself that entering the process with an already-complex idea is counterproductive. You need something basic, something that gains its own complexity through collaboration, something that gains its texture with time. I’ve started off with so many song ideas that seem simple. Yet, it’s those songs that mean the most to me. Because I gave them a chance to breathe, I gave them a chance to receive the care they deserve. Because what comes out of you naturally is what you need to work with. It didn’t matter how it sounded, happy, sad, dissonant, organized, it was me. And no matter what it was, I would shape it into something. That’s how I’ve always done it, what made me stop this time?

So tonight, I finally did that. And wrote an entire song for the first time in too long. And on Saturday (If i’m not working) I’ll sit down with Scotches, and we’ll attack it like we always do. And this process will be repeated or adjusted until we have enough material for yet another Mack Flinn & The Whosis Kid album. Because we both need one. But more importantly, we just need to fucking write.