Hello. Lately I’ve been writing a new album about hearth and home and mundanity and marriage and stuff. Not trying to do anything cool on the guitar, nor anything interesting lyrically. Lol. I wrote a song about how Joni Mitchell never wanted to get married, and how I’m afraid to, too. It’s kind of a raucous train-beat tune called “Joni’s Gram,” referencing both something her grandmother said about domesticity and her boyfriend Graham Nash’s name. “My Old Man,” this Joni song I’m playing, is down-tempo and plaintive, but it’s about the sturdy love of cohabitation. She says they “don’t need no piece of paper from the city hall,” but Graham really wanted one: they eventually broke up. This is the eddy my album swirls around: how do we keep each other, or our separate identities; or, ideally, both? Anyway, I’ll be playing a first draft of the record this Thursday 9/26 at @theowlbk, opening for @marjishemanski. I might play this tune too. #ibanez