This week amidst the cacophony of my life I quietly realized that this year, and it's almost done, marks the 10 year anniversary of the release of my first record The Ways We Try. It was my first long play album intention, a culmination of songs that were trying to explain myself and my city (Philly) through music with the help of friends in a studio that no longer exists in the marshlands by the Pine Barrens of New Jersey.
It was the project that made me completely transfixed by the process of recording. I remember us playing things and then coming into the control room and feeling that literal warmth from the analog gear hearth. For some, recording is tedious and anxiety inducing. For me, it's where the world allows me to finally just be. In some ways, these past ten years have felt like a by all means necessary attempt at getting myself back to that hearth over and over again. So much tetris-ing of time and schedules and funds to make it all happen and work but it felt natural in that I couldn't muster that much passion for anything else. Even still I have so much protective endless love for this process.
It can seem cruel the rate now at which recordings get eaten by the world versus how much goes into the process. Sometimes it feels like they get digested in the way a late night drunk blazes through a cupboard, or even more sadly, never digested at all like a forgotten non perishable soup can on some basement hutch. But I don't think that has changed the magic of it for me and I return to this beloved form again and again cause I do believe it's what makes up my core being. For me, it is a personal truth.
To revisit and celebrate this recording you can download it here for free at this link: https://birdiebuschmusic.bandcamp.com/album/the-ways-we-try