“I have about 100 unfinished songs on my computer at home. One day I’ll finish them.” – Musician at the Nutfield Sessions in Londonderry, N.H.

I think by producing this music, I can avoid falling into the same trap.

However, I can’t say that I haven’t been fulfilling the same prophecy. For the last seven years, I’ve been doing that very thing with my songs. Countless times, I have picked out the notes for “Second’s Wait” while waiting for dinner. Millions of times, I have serenaded my empty apartment with the incessant dialogue of “Derivative,” but for what, exactly? I guess, nothing. At each song’s conclusion, I begin another improvised riff and hope I stumble upon another good sounding chord progression.

This is where I became impatient. Simply, the odds just weren’t that good. I wasn’t going to get signed in my living room, and if a talent agent came to my door and offered me a contract I’d probably play the lottery that night with hopes my luck would extend further. So, I decided to release thi