Last night, maybe sometime around 1am, I woke up. I've been doing that a lot lately. Either it's a signal that I have a busy brain, or else geriatric insomnia is setting in. Whichever, I find myself up a lot at this hour.
My bed is positioned under the window, which looks out to the backyard. The yard is a big, open hillside. So last night after mulling around in my head for a while, I heard the horrible death cries of some poor animal. It sounded like a puppy. I think it was a rabbit.
Then I spent the next hour or so listening to the noise outside my window. There is a whole world that comes out when the sun goes down and we people are too sleepy to interfere.
I ended up grabbing a notebook and wrote down everything that I was hearing in order to clear it out of my head and allow me to sleep again.
You'll hear it on the album. Things like this are on the album. Brutal and sad and somehow poetic. I have a whole world of inspiration that awakens when everyone else is sleeping. T.
