At some point in the few days I was working out a fresh start, I was afforded this magical perspective:
“Take a step back, let go.
Enjoy it again.
Or at least re-find what the “POINT” is.
Let it be what it is suppose to be.
Which is a PART of YOU.
Throw everything that is in your mind away and tomorrow do something that the five year old Kris Halpin would enjoy.
Exactly one year ago today, after an epic false start, I started over.
In the recording cycle previous to this I’d taken on big personal demons whilst also taking on a bewildering recording process. My GP had me spaced out on Dosulepin following the death of my grandfather, an event that proved to derail me. Stuck in a messy, prescription drug-induced fug for what seemed like ice ages, I got very little done. Certainly, I had very little to show that had any meaning to me; just audible documentary footage of my descent into ill health. If that sounds like ‘real’ art, it’s not; just a painful glitch I could not commit to personally for the sake of a career. Being so raw never seems to work for me; perspective clarifies the process.
Never the brightest spark on matters of self-preservation, I committed fully to the alcohol-and-sleeping pills hamster wheel I had created for myself. Ever-so-slowly, I began to see that maybe I could get off.