I have always thought my husband was clever. He is a musician who also happens to work as a design engineer, with a dash of mad scientist. He is dark, in a different way than me. He finds his inspiration in creepy carnival motifs, Tom Waits, David Lynch, The Cramps, Nosferatu, Nicola Tesla. Wicked and comedic.
Years ago I encouraged him to take some time off and retreat, as I was becoming so fond of doing. It would really help my cause if he could understand how important it is to feed the creative soul at workshops with people you dig. *wink* He journeyed north to the Bay for his first creative work weekend, and emerged on fire to learn a completely new style of music, guitar-picking, and genre - he'd fallen in love.
Very soon after, we began our family and our creative lives slowed down dramatically, evolved unexpectedly as we've learned how to assimilate and integrate the new inspiration that comes with being parents. He has spent his time after hours wisely creating this, composing in his head on his bike commutes to work, practicing on his lunch hours, hiding away in his secret recording lair that was once our utility storage room, making instruments out of discarded objects and video sets out of xerox copies. There seems to be no limit to his innovation, which I am in constant envy of!
This record has been gestating safely and now...contractions have begun...
He's giving birth and I want to invite you to gather around him with me in a loud, communal "PUSH!" as his baby emerges!
I'm so proud of him I could weep.
