Procrastination is a disease.

Any excuse to remove me from the real challenge at hand.  I’m like a drug addict jumping from one excuse to another as to why I can’t come clean, pick up the guitar, and start some recording.

I mean listen to how pathetic these excuses sound:

- It’s too hot in this room, I should wait till the evening when I’m in the mood.

- I shouldn’t really play too loudly in the evening hence I should wait till tomorrow.

- Maybe I should go buy some decent monitors, or upgrade my software, or waste further time on other technical insignificances.

- I got $45 credit with itunes still, perhaps there is some inspiration waiting for me deep beyond the pinks, lady gaga’s and michael bubble’s of the world.  By the way is it Boob-lay or Bubbles?  Can’t be bothered checking…but I think perhaps if he spelt his name Boob-lay he would gain a little more stret cred. From me anyway

- Cricket is on.  No TV in this room, how much is a digital TV tuner for my computer so I can record and watch the cricket? May be counter productive, but I guess you have to start being productive in some way before your counterproductive.

- Better check emails.  I’m programmed to do that despite not being at work.  It’s a nervous reflex.  Oh good another Nigerian has a million dollars…how do they get these sort of funds.

- I should change the strings on my guitar. No no, it’s character building…

- Best make another coffee and then right a blog post about how I’m struggling to come to terms with sitting still and recording a demo.

- Ok so what do I want this album to sound like…better surf my itunes catalogue for inspiration…oh wait I have $45 credit.  Go back to my earlier point.

Today my friends the buck stops here. What ever that means.  I’m going to put some demo’s down if it kills me (it may).   I love playing but I’m an impatient recording artist,as you can probably tell.

I’ve decided that this album is going to be created organically from my room up.  Rather than a studio down.  It’s kind of a symptom of not making enough (any) money last year to fund the record, and because maybe you’ll appreciate my faults just as much as my qualities.

Time starts now…just after I check the cricket score.