Is it finished? Apt. And for the most part; yes. Day seven was very limited on time. And then a rock song was born. I don’t know if i ever wrote a truly rocking rock song. Perhaps once..? perhaps my first ever song counts: New Motivation it was called… I should dig that out. Or ...
Do we need holes? I’m late beginning. But i feel free. Today will just happen as it should. Rats Happening.
I had a nasty dream about a aeroplane crash. It actually happened for once… But then i wrote a soul song with a Santana guitar break. I really can’t sing soul but you know… i got roots too.
Getting free-er in this cave… Today was a crash of fuzzed triphop to paranoia dreamhome heartache. I think three episodes of Twin Peaks last night had something to do with it. Perhaps this is possible without just treading the mundane? Each day another layer of expectation is shed and takes away that restriction… by sunday ...
Disaster strikes. Somehow my well intended soul-searching Peter Green traditional moment transforms to The worst of the Eagles before i can save the sinking ship. Head above water though; its good to sink as it is to soar. Its out, its gone. Onward and upward a lilting two chord gallohallow will serve as today’s token ...
Of course. Song 2 was a good one for Blur. Perhaps it runs in the family cause song two was involved far less self loathing than song one. Still needs final lyrics and perhaps i could pimp the bass a bit further. Speaking of pimps. I ran in to these guys again last week. Love ...
Fail. That was my original post at midnight of day one. Turns out on day three, at breakfast, i realise there’s something to this song. It’ll be finished by end of week… Anyway, what are we doing here? Well, the Furs tour for new year was canceled. Its been a few years since i really ...