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Getting Yanged

August 17, 2009 Leave a comment

Spent 8 hours on the couch yesterday watching Tiger Woods get hit throat slit by some unknown guy named Yang, who seemed way too dumb to know he was supposed to be the main course at one of Tiger’s ritualistic Sunday dinners. Tiger played like a hack-worthy human instead of a bloodless cyborg, slapping the ball all over the state of Minnesota en-route to an ugly 75. The guy couldn’t make a putt if the hole were the size of a hula-hoop. Tiger seems weary and way older than his years all of a sudden, which I suppose is the sort of thing that happens when the greatest player the game has ever seen gets smoked in front of millions by a short little round guy named Yang who never picked up a club until he was an adult. By the time I was 19 I’d already done the sensible thing and quit golf.

Anyway, this doesn’t have much to do with anything, other than point out that I need precious little stimulation to procrastinate. I now have 2 weeks to complete a one act play about high school.

I hated high school pretty much, except for the snow days. It’s going to be hard making this palatable for school boards and PTAs and other such tight-asses. But I shall give it a go. Eventually. Maybe tomorrow.

In a bit…

–tf

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The Jukebox Knows….

August 14, 2009 Leave a comment

Up real early today…so I was still a bit groggy when I turned the music on and mis-heard a lyric as “the jukebox knows…the jukebox knows….”

I’m still not sure what the actual lyric is, but I like what I heard better. So that’s my starting point for the day. Good song title ‘innit?

In a bit…

–tf

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Nothing today…

August 13, 2009 Leave a comment

Nothing today. Brain dead. Some days you wake up and couldn’t get a decent note out of the guitar even if you had Les Paul’s fingers. Music comes when it wants to and not a moment before.

That being said, the “wait around until inspiration” bullshit is just that. Bullshit. You gotta get off your ass and try. Songs won’t write themselves.

So I try a little some days, and a lot on others. Sometimes the good stuff comes when I try a little, and the dreck when I try a lot. That’s why I love songwriting so much. If all it took was effort there’d be a avalanche of great songs out there. It takes more than effort. Being inclined to laziness, I like that. It sorta evens the playing field, or at least makes it a bit less bumpy.

In a bit…

–tf

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Crushing news this morning….

August 12, 2009 1 comment

Crushing news this  morning from Belfast.

A good friend of mine there just lost a child. It stopped me cold.

So I wrote this song….

Time For a Lullaby
by Tom Flannery
copyright 2009

It’s all I know how to do. It’s very rough. It wavers. It meanders. But it was everything in my head after I received the news.

Life ain’t fucking fair boys and girls. It hurts way too much sometimes. But we carry on. What else is there to do? I don’t think love conquers all. But it comes a helluva lot closer to doing so than anything else I can think of. So hug ’em if you’ve got ’em. Extra hard too. And if it rains today, you know why.

In a bit…

–tf

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Hand to Mouth

August 11, 2009 Leave a comment

Just cut a song called “Hand to Mouth”. Kind of a 3 minute blast of venom against all things right-wing….inspired by my mother having a guest recently who insisted on watching Fox News the entire time he was there. By the end of the week I think Mom was ready to waterboard herself…..nightly doses of hyperventilating propagandists like O’Reilly and Hannity being enough to send even the most kindhearted of souls (Mom) into the abyss.

Anyway, the work commences. I still feel more songs coming, so I’m not going to stop writing until the well runs dry. Only then will I edit what I’ve demo’d down to the strongest ten and enter the studio. I hope to come out deaf.

And of course, in the interim, there’s a play I need to write in the next 3 weeks. In my spare time. It’s good to be busy. It keeps the fear away.

In a bit…

–tf

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I have returned….

August 10, 2009 Leave a comment

And so I’ve returned. Quickie trip to Gettysburg and to DC, where I got loads of pictures of the 2 snipers on the roof of the White House. An odd site that. One wonders where “national security” ends and theater begins, especially since both dudes were dressed head to toe in black and looked like ninjas. They may as well have smiled for the cameras. If they had called less attention to themselves….maybe with some white shirts?….I’d be less cynical. But then, Washington itself is a cynical place. But a great city to visit. So much to see and do you’d need months to cover it all. I had a day, so had to pick my spots. So it was off to see Archie Bunker’s chair at the Smithsonian of course. It’s all about priorities.

Visited the WWII, Korean, and Vietnam war memorials. It’s a pilgrimage every American should take in a lifetime. A bit overwhelming really, but it should be. How our leaders in this city can be so casual about war with these symbols in their backyard is beyond me. They must not have seen what I saw….or heard what I heard….or imagined what I imagined. Or teared up the way I teared up.

Anyway, must get back to it.

In a bit…

–tf

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Greatest quote ever…

August 5, 2009 Leave a comment

“We have nothing to fear but fear itself. And Chuck Norris.”
–FDR

And that pretty much sums up the first decade of the 21st century.

Anyway, wrote a song last night called “Hand to Mouth”

One hand on the trigger
the other hand to mouth
finding baby Jesus
just by heading south

hand to mouth
love and war
waterboarding
down the shore

Not sure what to do with it. I just thought I’d let you know.

In a bit…

–tf

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Too many….

August 4, 2009 Leave a comment

Lots of things in the head. Just nothing coalescing right now. Instead of no ideas, I’ve got too many of them, and as a result keep flying off in all directions, like a bird with no head. Dylan is probably the only person who could control this type of thing. But since there’s Dylan, and then there’s the rest of us, lately  my lyric note pads look like they’ve been hijacked by a gaggle of drugged former beat poets on the lam. I’ve been very grateful for the invention of the shredder.

But still, it’s been fun. Throwing things against the wall always is. Coherency comes to those who wait. And since I’m not being paid, I’ve become a patient man in this regard.

Truth is, I want to write a single song about everything. Three minutes long, with a nice guitar crunch. Then I’ll step back and watch the world tilt on it’s axis. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for, do you?

Okay, maybe a little. How ’bout a song about a girl or something like that?

In a bit…

–tf

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