the continuation of inspiration

Today, my drive to do things continues. I have been trying to continue the precious feeling of non-rushed calm that I tried to cultivate while I was in Chicago for almost a month from mid-September - mid-October. I actually find I get less done when I worry about some of the meaningless details about career advancement and general accomplishment -- like how many pages or notes of creative content I should be writing in a day, when the last minute I can finish a transcription is before I'm deemed lazy, when I need to start writing a bio for someone. I sit and spin my wheels for days, feeling guilty about watching TV or anything I do that is not directly contributing to my output.

No more.

Why don't I just wake up and write something ... anything? The worst that can happen is something semi brilliant.

In other news, I want, I want, I want ...

Also, I need to finish my bio and other website content.

And finally, my sister turns 40 today, and I feel this has to be impossible. 

lyrics

It's funny how sometimes what you thought were simple, throwaway lyrics when you were writing them become some of the ones that stick with you. My favorite verse/chorus combo of my latest song "Make Up Your Mind." (And I didn't even realize I was writing these for someone really, really specific until I revisited this particular section of the song on Monday night in rehearsal):

You keep me bedside

Guilty midnight reading

Waiting for the landslide

Of unbound feeling

When love speaks deep between your sheets

I’m already far away and fast asleep

(I'm incredibly glad he's back.)

(I'm also glad my songwriting abilities are starting to return. Oh, sweet, cliched love inspiration.)

songwriting day

I've decided that if we don't go into the studio today to record (which is likely given what a crappy time we've had trying to get them to commit to the time we book/suggest be booked), I'm going to try to finish a song. I haven't written one in probably two years, and I'm finding that pretty unacceptable.

Also, in very unrelated news, I saw a guy at Barnes & Noble yesterday coming out of the bathroom with a coffee table book about romantic movie moments. My thoughts immediately wandered to the "toilet book" Seinfeld episode. Plus, I am pretty sure there is no sadder book he could've selected as bathroom reading.

the song nigh time

I am definitely feeling that the time is upon me to write some more music. I feel the pull of something at the edge of happening ....

vocalise in absentia

Because I can't sing right now thanks to the laryngitis, I'm trying to listen to stuff that won't make me want to sing along, but failing miserably, since I want to sing along to everything. I've been revisiting the latest Magnetic Fields album a lot lately and realizing why Stephin Merritt is my musical and lyrical hero. I really couldn't love a band any more than this, and I'm sorry that a few years ago I went with someone that was obnoxious times ten (and doesn't really appreciate the music, but just likes to be seen at things she perceives other people think are awesome) to see them at the lovely and magical old movie theatre in Jersey City. Next time, I'm going solo (or perhaps with someone I love, if that person exists).



I can't wait until my voice and drive return from illness. I'm ready to write more music, already ...