So this happened — Mastodon won a Grammy! The metal band’s 2017 magnum opus Emperor of Sand was hands down the best musical release last year for me, and the first song on that album, “Sultan’s Curse”, which was also the first song we heard from the LP, won the Best Metal Performance award. I’m not a watcher of the Grammy’s (and hell, they don’t even include the Best Metal Performance category in the telecast), but I’m extremely happy and proud for the fellas (pictured: Bill Kelliher, Brann Dailor and Troy Sanders — not pictured: Brent Hinds).
Perfectly hushed and chill music for writing, mediation, solitude . . . in the quiet hours. Also nite-nite music.
Unofficial lyric video by John Flynn of my current favorite new song “Blue Walsh” by Mastodon, from their new EP Cold Dark Place (released September 22, 2017).
From lo-fi beat workouts to an economical eight-track survey of trap aesthetics, this is the month in mixtapes.
via The Month in Mixtapes: February 2017 — Bandcamp Daily
Troy Sanders (bass/vocals) and Bill Kelliher (guitar) give an in-depth discussion about their forthcoming album Emperor of Sand (out March 31st), a concept album about time and death, inspired by cancer. Easily the most anticipated album of music for me this year.
So I spent the latter part of the summer away from actively writing anything creative, instead spending a great deal of time inside my own head, and of course being a bookworm, getting caught up on lapsed reading and acquiring even more to read for both entertainment and research.
During these past six weeks or so I dealt with a serious bout of lacking conviction in my path as a writer. To be clear, it’s not that I don’t believe in my ability as a writer (well, with the exception of my prospects of being a novelist in the foreseeable future), but I had serious doubts in my likelihood in drawing an audience in the vast sea of yet-to-breakthrough authors.
I just need to mentally, if not publicly, remove the title/occupation/identity of “writer” from myself so as to remove the pressure to live up to that identity, as well as lessen the guilt some.
By happenstance, I named an old composition of mine “Autumn Descends”. Have a listen.