I love writing music. The process has such a therapeutic effect. Scribbling down my fears and desires somehow makes them seem less abstract. Since I am such a scatter-brained person, it serves to organize an otherwise disjointed head. It's a puzzle, and my skull is the box it's wrapped in. If the picture came assembled then there really wouldn't be any need for me to write, but it doesn't. The photograph above is of a re-write I did for Secondhand Affection. In the recording the song is sung from both the male and female perspective. For live purposes it needed to be reworked so that it was coming from the male side only. It may seem unfair, ladies, but I'm sorry, singing from a females perspective is so very unattractive(unless you're doing it of course).


Everything I've written looks like this, or worse. The process may not be pretty, but I believe that the end justifies the means. It also reminds me of Wes Anderson's reoccurring stationary shots, which makes me laugh and laugh. On the side note of film there is a preview up for Spike Jonze Where The Wild Things Are. By coincidence, it features an Arcade Fire song. And now for my daily Arcade Fire tribute, I really want to show you something

Eric M.

photo by: Eric Morelli