Making music at the level that I do can very often feel like singing into the void. I get maybe 300-400 downloads a project, and even that can be generous depending on the group or album. As much as I may say that it doesn't matter the response or reception the music gets, an ostensible lack of interest for an album or multiple bad to semi-decent reviews can really taint the way I look at my own creations.
Unfortunately, this happened with the Shut-ins and the Colony album, Underwrought (Re)Works. While making this music, some of my closest friends, with whom I'd never collaborated, gathered in my dingy basement to put in work together. After a few months of scheduling hang-out sessions, laying down late night vocals, and trying to find the high high harmonies, we finished the project, and I was geeked. I thought this was some of the best stuff of which I'd been a part. Until the release.
We didn't get much blog support, hardly anybody pre-ordered or downloaded the album, and any reviews we did get were not entirely favorable. Shit, man, I was bummed. I made excuses, and I listened to folks, agreeing that shit wasn't as good as I (or we) all thought.
I've gone back to bumping Underwrought (Re)Works this past week, and I'm glad I did. It's been a great reminder about an important truth to any music I've ever made. The farther away from me you are, the better the chance you might not like it, but folks who know me tend to appreciate it (this is probably true with everyone, which makes me reconsider every being a harsh, hating-ass critic). This album is 100% me in every way, shape, and form. From the topic matter, to the friend's I've chosen, to the rhymes and singing. I fucking love it.
Check the video for "Phil Connors (The King of Sandwich Island)" below, which I shot and edited. Then go peep the album if you're interested. It features me and my peoples.