Oops. Got sucked into a vortex there and missed a day. *Hate* it when that happens.
I posted two new songs a day ago. Which brings my total up to seven.
That means there's seven more songs to finish. In a week.
I had a mini panic attack in the chatroom yesterday when I realized this, and got some MusicEnergy from some considerate FAWMers.
Had a lovely lunch with Charlie Cheney at Penn Station a couple of days ago, as well. He's a terrific fellow. I'm not sure what I'm going to do without his radio show to tune in to every night.
Okay, so, I'm developing a plan for finishing.
The latest is that I've conceived of a three-song-three-act "play" of sorts. I was calling it a rock opera before, but that's not exactly accurate. It's just a continuous story, over three songs. I was messing around on the Acid Loop site after Burr posted the link for the 8 pack, and I found quite a few things that inspired me on this idea. The main loop for each of the "acts" is chosen already, the lyrics are about 90% finished for each of the song. The idea (Julia, listen hard) is to keep the music tracks simple, and to go heavy on the vocals and sonic atmosphere. Or maybe, not even, depending upon how much time I have left.
I have a collab with Errol and with Dan Wallbank on the horizon as well. And then, there are a couple of songs in my back pocket, pieces from the archive that are waiting to be fleshed out. There's a piano song, that would really love a jazz player, but there are none living in my apartment, currently. I will have to play my simple chords all on my lonesome. Hm.
So. What else?
Dunno. I spent all yesterday in the same position, almost, bent over in song. My ideas overwhelm me sometimes; it's hard to know how to get them all achieved.
I'm giving up on the monster song. By the way, I was totally being a drama queen - there are only about thirty tracks. But, when I opened the file again to open it, about 8 vocal tracks were missing! And what I heard wasn't sounding as good as I remembered.
I'm happy to shelve it. There are other ideas waiting.
j.
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Saturday, February 21, 2009
FAWM - Day 21.
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Friday, February 06, 2009
FAWM - Day 6. Um....
...Um.
We're midday here.
I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. There are about four songs I'm working on at the same time. None of them are particularly interesting, and I know that's not the point, but it's hard keeping that inner buoy up long enough to finish any of them.
Bad news - I am actually working Sunday. So I have today and tomorrow to do as many songs as possible. Hm. I was shooting for another four, but I'm kinda stalling right now. It would be great to finish two or three.
I had a lovely chicken pesto omelette for breakfast this morning. I'm not the best cook, and am mildly suprised when something I make is really good.
My spelling is getting really bad, along with my handwriting. I pulled out some old songwriting journals, the writing is crystal clear. The current journal is much worse. There are things I've written down that I have just not been able to decipher.
Decline? Is it?
(More importantly, is there a song in it?)
4pm. Lunch?
j.
We're midday here.
I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. There are about four songs I'm working on at the same time. None of them are particularly interesting, and I know that's not the point, but it's hard keeping that inner buoy up long enough to finish any of them.
Bad news - I am actually working Sunday. So I have today and tomorrow to do as many songs as possible. Hm. I was shooting for another four, but I'm kinda stalling right now. It would be great to finish two or three.
I had a lovely chicken pesto omelette for breakfast this morning. I'm not the best cook, and am mildly suprised when something I make is really good.
My spelling is getting really bad, along with my handwriting. I pulled out some old songwriting journals, the writing is crystal clear. The current journal is much worse. There are things I've written down that I have just not been able to decipher.
Decline? Is it?
(More importantly, is there a song in it?)
4pm. Lunch?
j.
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