Spending nights alone,
The collective of friends who call themselves The Novel Ideas spent their summer away from their homes in Massachusetts and in a barn in New Hampshire.
They spent their days
away from their families.
Away from their loved ones.
Away from their pets and occupations.
Away from their problems.
They paused life for a short while and quickly did what they always wanted to do..
...Write an album.
Novel Ideas are what they call "a folk rock outfit"
Id like to think of the outfit as something they changed into. Something they can take off.
Under this outfit is a stripped down version of something they're not.
Ideas that are put on paper, find themselves to be too simplistic once they leave the paper.
Artist's try and spice up their own words, their own guitar riffs, and rhythms .
They try to blur the line between artist and computer.
However, there are brief moments where The Novel Ideas understand this conundrum, and try to rectify it.
I imagine they do this, by way of a recording technique...
I imagine that; Instead of standing over a microphone watching the equalizer flick its flicker,
They recorded the entire album on rocking chairs.
With beers in their cup holders.
With eyes on each other and nowhere else.
And with time on their side, friendship in their hearts, and a good attitude,
the world gave birth to the Novel Ideas.
And they were accepted. Just as they accepted the world.
-Feel Flows~
-Honey Thief
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