I do not like it when Matt brings houseguests with him. Matt is my roommate, but i’ll talk more about that in a minute. Back to houseguests. Granted, i have kissed approximately 6% of all houseguests who i’ve spent significant time with, but the other 94% smoke, drink, play my bass without asking, take my bread out of the freezer but do not put it back, eat my instant soup, watch horrible Woody Allen films, and dirty all of my dishes. In honor of that last bit, i now have my official Blog-A-Thon Spoon, because i really don’t intend to wash any of my other dishes at any point today and all of my blogathon food can be eaten with a spoon.
Last year Matt worked in a computer science lab with Joe, who lives directly above us now and is the boyfriend of Gina, who wrote “All That’s True.” So, that’s who Matt is. I didn’t really intend to live with Matt; I don’t think he’s the sort of person i would have ever lived with had it not come right down to the wire, but when things come down to the wire in life you occasionally make exceptions. It was July or August, and i was starting to panic about getting an apartment, and i logged into Shafted one day to see Matt asking if anyone had an apartment yet and we wound up looking around together and finding this one. The entire first week of Crushing Krisis is pretty much about me procrastinating about packing, almost missing putting down my deposit on the apartment because Matt was asleep, getting sick, packing while sick, and having to spend a week at home because i almost missed putting down the deposit on my apartment. But, anyhow, now we’re exactly a year beyond that frenzy of checking classifieds for apartments, and although Matt isn’t my favourite person in the world he’s certainly not the worst roommate in it either. So, anyway, one of these frenzied nights i wrote “Will It Ever Come,” and that was a backwards seugeway.
Oh! I’m listening to Like a Virgin right now and i see that Pie in the Sky has that as an album that one of her special songs is from. if i can get my email working right i’ll have to offer to record a song for her,… and, by the way, i left 5 beeside slots open for requests, so if you have a request and a few dollars for MANNA i have a song for you.
As a note, some of you might be listening to these songs and just hearing a lot of clipping, buzzing, and crap. If so, i’m sorry, but you’ve got some crappy speakers.
This might sound pretty presumptuous on my part, but check out my reasoning.
On Friday i got to work with two burned cds of 25/24 material and proceeded to put them into my computer and turn it up only to hear all sorts of volume problems and really bad clipping on all of the vocals. Every computer in the office that i tried the discs in featured the same result, to differing degrees. I was pissed, and defeated, and whining about how i had to rerecord half of my songs, but when i got home and sampled some of the songs that i had uploaded i found that they sounded pretty much as clear as a fresh summer day on my computer.
I only mention this now because this hour’s songs tend to clip worse than any of the other ones, even on my speakers. If you’re having the clipping problem and still want to hear my work, instant message me from the sidebar and we’ll cut a donation deal in exchange for a best-of-cd.
“Burn” is something of a song of legend around these parts because it was the first thing i ever lost to Blogger’s edit window. I had been fixated on the word “burn” for the entire week and one night at about 3am i started writing and didn’t stop for a half hour and immediately pressed post to immortalize the words i had just wrung out of my subconsious. And, Blogger famously burped and ate my post which i didn’t think to back up. So, “Burn” as it exists right now is an amalgam of the thoughts i had been having at the time, but not the song it’s meant to be … that song is lost to the ether of the internet.
i can feel the heat on the back of my neck like the fires you lit you little arsonist you can’t help it and i know you burn just for show but i’m held back by your heat you know i won’t come any closer// i watched you kindle i’ll watch you burn i watched you kindle now i’ll watch you burn down// i see you light it up again and i smile as you keep burning within i know that you’ll torch every bridge i’ve seen the smoke rise up over the ridge and i can tell your hot for me i see see the pyres in your eyes wouldn’t you love to turn my tempature up to the boiling point of desire// i watched you kindle i’ll watch you burn i watched you kindle now i’ll watch you burn down// i’ll watch you wade out through the ash your hands dirty from what you brought crashing down up to your neck in the soot of the past it isn’t such a blast once you put it out// i watched you kindle i’ll watch you burn i watched you kindle now i’ll watch you burn down/