Wednesday, January 21, 2009

It's comin.....just gotta get some nerves up.

I'm always nervous on Wednesday afternoons, nomatter what.

I did a song this week and I like it really well, but I'm sort of cowardly about puttin' in on this here fine songblog. It's cuz I like it so much that it's really afraid to parade it in front of the world. That was a Freudian slep. I meant to say "I'm really afraid to parade it..." but I said "it" instead of "I." That begs the question, though, man. Is the song more afraid of public exposure or am I? Can a song be afraid? I think so, maybe. This one, I think could be cuz it's a nice little song and nice songs tend to have lots of emotions in 'em (including fear).

Friday, January 16, 2009

The part about the mean-bald lady sun, I realized that came outta my subconscious (not that the rest didn't), cuz, oh crap, I'm too tired to think.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Illiterate, But I Like the Song.

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Oh dear lord, Blogger gave me an error message. Let me try this again.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Oh My

I did some recordings this past weekend, and one might be too dark/shocking, etc. to post, although I sort of feel like it's fairly benign, but it could easily be taken as having shock-value (which I'm not really into).

The other one, oh my. Goodness me. Well, okay. I put the word, "sovereignity" in it, only realizing later that "sovereignity" ain't a word. No, the word is "sovereignty." But "sovereignty" doesn't have enough syllables, and I hadn't really thought about it. I'd just sort of recorded the song, not realizing that "sovereignity" ain't a word. I realized it wasn't a word when I spelled out the title of the song (which has the word "sovereignity" in it) and thought, "wow, that doesn't look right." Fuckity fuck.

Now I'm not sure what to do, whether to post it here or not, because I like the song just fine. Indeed, it's a half-way decent song for being in the middle of a writer's block, but, like, I'm really embarassed about having a not-real-word in it. I could just make excuses and say that I MEANT it to be that way, cuz it sounds sort of like "serenity." Sort of like "sovereign serenity." Indeed, as I'm learning about Lacan and his wild theories, I'd guess that he'd say that there WAS some meaning to the use of the word "sovereignity," because mispronunciations and slips of the tongue are an indication that some o' your unconscious contents are slippin' through. So, I could just say, ah, yes, well, then. In my professorly wisdom, I say that "sovereignity" DOES have a meaning. (I almost typed DIES instead of DOES) (another Freudian slip there).

I will think on it some. I don't know if I'll post it or not. Part of me wants to re-record it cuz I'm so embarassed, but another part sez it'll sound stupid because it's the wrong number (I originally typed "dumber") of syllables. (Dumber, yes, that's a very good Freudian slip there).

Friday, January 9, 2009

There was an earthquake last night, and my house lived from left to write. Oops, I mean, right.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

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Here's another illustration for Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, yes. I don't know how to draw antlers, no.

I wrote 2 other songs and recorded 'em over the break, but, alas, I fear they're not as high-quality as my higher-quality-ish stuff, bleh. It sucks balls to have a dead artform, to have an artform inside you die, die, die. It's fine if it goes into hybernation for a while, that's all well and good, but how long'll it last? Will it ever go away, this poopy rut that I'm stuck in? It's been since about October and it sucks balls, man. It just plain old sucks balls, poopy-poopy-ones, man. I know what you're thinking...but it's always gone away in the past! Yes, indeed, I say. But what if this is the final writers block and there'll be no more good music till I'm all dead and stuff (then I'll be all dead and stuff, and it's hard to write music then). I think o' people like David Byrne, you know. The dude used to be brilliant-and-a-half, and now his music's fairly dead. Every once in a while he squeezes out something that's got maybe a teeny tiny bit of life in it, but for the most part, he's an old fart resting on his laurels. At least if I become an old fart, I won't rest on my laurels, cuz I gots too much shame for that, ha ha ha. I'll just chalk it up to the poopy-ness of a universe that gives you nice things and then sez "you can't have that anymore." Well, fuck you, universe!

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

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Yay, my band did a recording over the break, and that's a nice thing. There's an earlier version o' this song on this here blog, but here's the band version, the official version, the latest version, the one we'll eventually put on CD's and the like. Yesiree.