I wrote my first song ever on my own today.It began with this tiny piece of music I wrote on guitar a year ago. I was in Dublin and strumming these chords on a guitar one day singing about the way I was feeling... “I’ve been down a lonely street tonight, and I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Clouds cover up a Dublin sky, and I don’t know what’s left of me, I don’t know what’s right with me..”
And then a year went by. I took a road trip to L.A and right before I went to bed I came up with the rest of the chords and lyrics and the song just finished itself. It’s amazing the way that happens. Right from the beginning I knew what the song was about, I knew it was going to be heavy and that it was going to be the introduction to an album that would take me down some darker and not so happy places. I knew I had to go there.but I was stalling. I’d been avoiding dealing with my emotions and the subject matter for long enough. For as long as I could I had been putting off writing songs for my next album because I knew once I went into this headspace it would be a while before I could surface. But I’m happy to say that it felt good to open up his old wound. Felt good to get some hurt out and I’m ready to start telling a story.