Catching Up with a Friend
I had a chance to interview my old friend -- old as in "long-time," not old as in "old." We're not old. -- Erika Simonian of the band Little Silver for Speak Into My Good Eye. We spoke, live and in-person, and reconnected at Little Silver's Glasslands show in February. Afterwards, we exchanged a few emails in which Erika answered a bunch of questions for me about Little Silver's songwriting and recording process and how becoming parents has affected their lives as musicians.
This was one of my favorite answers:
Has becoming parents affected your songwriting?
Becoming parents has affected our songwriting in the sense that it’s harder to find flexible time to do it, the way we did when we were childless. Pre-baby, if an idea struck, you could pick up a guitar right then and there and start working. Now it’s about quickly recording a semblance of the idea that floated through your head, and waiting for nap time or bed time. Actually, one morning Steve woke up saying, “I just dreamed the coolest lyric,” and he related to me this confusing and enigmatic line. I responded with, “I just woke from a dream that we washed Hazel’s winter coat, and I was so sad to wake up and realize it’s not true.”
My own father was chastising me the other day over the fact that CoolDaughter #2's winter coat was so dirty. If you're working, blogging, exercising, making music, trying to keep your house together, you don't always have as much time to wash the kid's winter coat as you'd like. It would be great if it could just happen while you slept.
Go over to Little Silver's Bandcamp page and get yourself some of their music.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
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Solution: put coat in washing machine before bed....sleep dreaming about clean coats, when you wake up the coat will be clean and ready to dry.
ReplyDeleteHa! Thanks! I'm gonna try that!
DeleteThanks for reading!
I will too! Sounds so ... logical.
ReplyDeleteActually sounds like either a 2-night project or my daughter is going to school in a wet coat.
DeleteMy mother is an avid reader of this blog.