A Newsletter In Quiet

Lovelies,

There's a stage of songwriting I call the hot potato. You're minding your own business, working away at whatever pre-chorus knot needs untying, when all of a sudden the song becomes so hot to the touch you have to put it down.

More precisely, you have to toss it to someone else.

It's not a perfect metaphor. But like so many metaphors involving potatoes, it's stuck. Anyway, what I'm getting at is there seems to be a moment of the songwriting process, sometimes at the end of a first draft, sometimes earlier, sometimes way earlier, when you're overcome with the sudden and urgent desire to share your work.

That's not where I'm at right now. My work isn't singeing my fingertips. It's a reverse potato season over here at Rachel enterprises. The world is singeing my fingertips. My work is a cool breeze. 

I'm giving quiet.

But there's another reason I'm hoarding potatoes: I'm accommodating a situation. Situation being I'm in the midst of a big project I'm not supposed to share yet. I can't even present my usual bouquet of behind-the-scenes pics, because far from dynamic studio scenes, this project looks like peaceful hours of me staring skeptically into the middle distance. (That's where my ideas are.)

So a newsletter in quiet. Even as I might very much like to make some noise. Yell for me everybody!

All my love,

Rachel