A funny few days, for the unfunny reason that precisely sod all has happened. Until recently, something has always been bubbling. My saucepan of activity has gone a little flat of late and I'm not sure whether to turn up the heat, or just ditch this metaphor and wait for a new year to tease itself into existence. What is actually happening, bar any solid life decisions, is self-assessment.

Firstly, my sound is still not completely there. After listening to Bohemian Rhapsody properly today, a record of huge overbearing wonderfulness, I am more confident that there is nothing to fear about producing material that is comparatively 'worse' than others. 99% of records fall short of BR. But that doesn't mean they don't have their own space and charm and reason-to-be. I have a few records approaching their reason-to-be, but not quite yet.

Secondly, an annoying admission. I've noticed that a few recent arrangements feel awkward, yet the closing bars, bars just pacing freely towards their conclusion, are the most naturally sounding and pleasing. 

Music without pressure is self-evident. More of this is necessary.