Wednesday, August 27, 2014
The Segue
Like a mixtape, you try different orders and combinations of songs. "Am I creating a fully cinematic experience?" Your creativity works in two parts. You spill out the guts of the id, then the ego goes picking through the morsels, looking for bargains. You rewrite some choruses here and there. You reverse the entire ten-song sequence, imagining responses from an unknown audience. You fall asleep thinking you need to write two more songs in the third person to convey a much more certain sense of place. However, upon waking, you see that things have held together and your creative half hasn't received the word yet from your editor half that the turkey is done.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Singing (Gb?)
singing is embarrassing for adults
kids on the subway won’t shut up
singing is for children
yet somehow we never forget
static builds up everyday
everything shocks us strange
who are these singing people
what is this feeling that won’t go away
we’re barely here
here in one piece
conversation takes us
then we need to sing
vibrating insides
to feel alive
as the night spins dreams
that haunt our lives
we grow up we put things aside
we sacrifice for a productive life
we remember being happy children
then have them and educate them
residual effects remain in us
we think of singing as entertainment
but what if it’s as necessary
as eating, sleeping, or love?
Abm(maj7) | Abm9 | Dbaug | Gb
G# | A#7 | C# | Gb7
Bb7 | F7
B7sus4 | Dm7
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Desperation Points
you'll grow up
into these blues
decades cut,
loneliness names you
open your mouth
hear the sound
your voice becomes
these songs
about heartbreak
just guess
pencil in the spaces
you'll later color in
you desire experience
alas,
there are no child prodigies
in this business
decades rolling
with these blues
for a few years
of best work
you’ll return then
to the wind
to become a notion
for someone else
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