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.

Illiterate, But I Like the Song.

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

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).

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

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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!

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.

Rockin' Christmas Eve

Okay, this is my newest recordin' (a couple weeks old). It's a poopypoopymix poopy mix! Blehhhhhhh! This mix gives me great shame, but I'll stick it on here anyway. Heh.

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I'm not sure what to call this song cuz it could be called What Use or What Good or A Bigger Infinity. I was trying to go for the '80's keyboard sound, I guess. It's not a type of '80's keyboard you woulda heard on the radio in the '80's, though, cuz the keyboard I used is the kind that parents bought little kids of Christmas back in the '80's. Little kids who took piano lessons and thought they could sound real rockin' with a nice Casio keyboard, bought at Gemco (which was bought by Target).

Fartknockers

Shoot, man, I forgot to bring a little disky drivey thing to upload a song with, poop poop poop. My brain was too frozen this morning. Man, my car said it was "37 degrees" outside, and I'm like, dude. This is supposed to be LA or something. LA's the land o' sandles and shorts, and I was freezing cuz I didn't have no gloves or scarves or anything. Bleh. It's cold everywhere. It's cold in the Northwest and cold all over California and cold in Las Vegas, too. It's a new ice age. Oh, man how boring is this? I'm talking about the weather!

100th Post

Ah-hah! I feel so advanced cuz I learned how to convert AIFF files into MP3 files on this here work computer (instead of working). I have, on this here Traveldrive, many, many songs I recorded about, letsee here, 11 years ago (man, I'm old) that I'd converted over from cassette tape about a year ago.

This one:

Star trek song is from a time period in my life, long, long ago, when I had a boyfriend who really had a thing for thumb-pianos. And he liked to use a pie plate as percussion. We did a bunch of recordings where we recorded ourselves improvising stuff for long periods o' time, yes indeedy. If you guys are fans of Star Trek: The Next Generation, this song's about an episode, is it called "The Chase?" It's one where Picard's old mentor, this old-fart archaeology professor comes to the enterprise, and there's all this stuff that happens, and you find out why all the aliens on Star Trek look like humans. Yeah. Nice to be posting songs again, even if I'm not writin' 'em. Please excuse the improvisational nature o' this one, ha ha ha.

Poopishness

Here's my plan; over the break (which starts the 24th for me), I'm gonna buy a really gigantically huge thumb-drive so i can transfer my AIFF music files onto it, thus enabling me to clear some space offa my computer (and concurrently convert those files into MP3 files, which take up a lot less space on my hard drive). I'm down to 2.sometthing GB on my poor computer and it's all slow and funny, so I'm afraid of creating any additional MP3 files without also clearing space offa the hard drive. (thus I have no new MP3 files to share with you folks). I'm feeling so dumb, lazy, and retarded about not keeping up with this blog. It's a combination of this intense internship year and not having enuff hard drive space on my computer. Although I shouldn't make excuses cuz that's dumb. I actually do have a new-ish recording but I left the disk thingy at home and it's a really bad mix. I'm ashamed of the badness of the mix. But maybe I'll bring it in soon-ish and share it with you guys anyway. I'm lame. I'm lame-o. Lame-ass.
Strange, too, cuz I'm completely dead, music-composition-wise. Sometimes those periods of deadness precede periods of amazing creativity, but other times, they last a year. I hope this one goes away soon-ish, cuz I'd like to do more songs, and the like-poops. Blather, blather, blather.