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Scrunched

September 10, 2009 Leave a comment

Nothing to report yesterday, as I spent much of my time scrunched over yellow legal pads desperately trying to be creative. Moments of inspiration, and moments of sheer despair. More of the latter I’m afraid, but that’s the way writing goes. I was so pre-occupied I forgot about the President’s health care speech last night, so I missed that bat-shit republican from South Carolina screaming in the middle of it, pulling our nation further down into the surreal trough in the eyes of the rest of the civilized world….who must continue to shake their heads in amazement that loud fat rich white guys are allowed to hijack a plan for the greatest nation on earth to provide basic health care needs to its most neglected citizens…..many of them poor children. And the media plays along like willing executioners. Gee….what do you think the lead story was this morning? It would be funny if it weren’t ultimately so destructive to human beings.

Anyway…..that’s enough of that. Trying to get a first draft of this play done, and it’s been a struggle. But today I grabbed a copy of the new Deadstring Brothers record, which certainly has the potential to make my day. Have also been listening to Brendan Benson’s 4 records over the last few weeks. Pop songs don’t get much better. If I can’t have Noel Gallagher, I’ll take Brendan Benson.

Music can break your heart. But it can save your sorry ass too. My writing hand needs the equivalent of a sugar rush today, so onward we go. Eventually, I need to pick the guitar up again. It seems sad.

In a bit…

–tf

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Early teens….

September 8, 2009 Leave a comment

Writing today. Or trying to. Prose actually. Damn deadlines. But without them, I’d get nothing done. Ever try to put your head into the cranium of a 15 year old? I don’t suggest it unless you’re being paid. And even then, don’t just think twice. Think about a dozen times. It may have you reaching for the Seconals before mother nature says it’s time. And while it’s not true that all early teens are damaged, a large percentage of them surely are. Tread with caution. And if you think you know how they think by thinking back to how you used to think, think again. The previous sentence may seem confusing but it’s really not. It should make perfect sense to any who have any.

Labor Day finally put to bed. That means summer can be put out of it’s misery and fall and football can commence with vigor. So what if it’s 80 some degrees today with vapor rising from the road? We can’t let insignificant details like a lingering steam bath bring us hot weather haters down. It’s fall dammit. Let the leaves fall where they may…..and change all sorts of colors beforehand. And let us watch in horrified fascination as Charlie Weis’s waistline grows larger than a hula-hoop…..as his team of poorly coached highly recruited under-achievers get stomped like fire-ants by every top 25 team they play all year. It should be great fun. It’s like going to the same person’s funeral 5 or 6 times a year.

300 more words to go.

In a bit…

–tf

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Ever feel like that beer in the bottom of the glass?

September 4, 2009 Leave a comment

Ever feel like that beer in the bottom of the glass that the drunk guy leaves on the bar when he finally staggers towards the door?

‘Tis an interesting feeling. And not one very conducive to creativity.

Could be worse I guess. Some dreg could slide by when nobody’s looking and drink me.

Sitting here very early in the AM listening to a Son Volt record and thinking about all the things I need to do and how much it’s going to cost and wondering where the money is going to come from. I’m pretty sure people owe me some money but I keep lousy books. And I wait for checks to come in the mail and they never do. Everybody wants to give me credit though. It’s like they’re trying to tell me something.

The words need to come. Without them, the lack of funds is irrelevant. And worrying about one invariably hurts the other.

Wrote a lyric yesterday called “The Hidden”. It needs a tune. Maybe today. Unless those Ed McMahon people show up with cameras and that giant cardboard check. Then all bets are off.

In a bit…

–tf

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Lyric binge

September 2, 2009 Leave a comment

On a lyric binge. Guitar still feels like I’m holding a struggling animal, so I figure it’s time to catch up on some words. Word hungry. For me the words almost always come first anyway, so I’ve got two sorta-complete sets of lyrics. Thinking on a third now. After a while me and the guitar will learn to play nice again and hopefully I’ll have a few decent rock and roll songs to tend to.

Just picked up a copy of Joe Henry’s new record. I either love his stuff or hate it (some of his pointless jazz noodling drives me insane). He is obesely (is that a word?) talented though. We’ll see what the morrow brings. If all else fails, I grabbed the Supersucker’s latest as well, just so things wouldn’t be a total washout. In a world of mixed-up confusion, one can always rely on the Supersuckers.

And so….onward I suppose. Going back is way too much work.

In a bit…

–tf

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Fussin’ and fightin’

September 1, 2009 Leave a comment

Fussin’ and fightin’ with the guitar. Some days it won’t sound like it did the day before. Some days it feels like butter, and others the hot knife that cuts through it. Some days I want to caress it gently, and other days I want to do a Townshend on it. Most days I simply wish I played piano instead. More expressive maybe, unless you suck at it that is. Always that possibility.

I’m confused is what I am.

I know what kind of record I want to make, but some of the songs aren’t cooperating. A song is like a child. You can try to put some controls on it, but it’s gonna grow up and be what it wants to be.

So there. I feel lousy. Must call upon the ghost of Noel Gallagher.

In a bit…

–tf

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