Personal

I might not say that song which have fallen out of my favour are “shit,” but i would certainly stop playing them at shows in a blink of an eye. My list of old setlists (from just playing around the house) reveals how a songs popularity can rise and fall. “Touch” debuted as a mid-set song which got played every time, moved soon to be an opener, than moved to the more important status of closer. On my demo it was awarded the important spot adjacent to “Other Plans,” though on my first demo “Other Plans” was the song that had the luck to be adjacent to “Touch”. Recently i’ve played “Touch” so little that i almost forget the words. I would hardly reccomend it as a vital listen to any of my newer friends, most of whom have never heard it outside of my demo. New songs have stepped up to fill it’s emotional place in my sets, new people have replaced the one the song was written about, new lyrics express my feelings better, new arrangements are more advanced, and recordings of newer songs sound more vital. Now i choose “Under My Skin” over “Touch” every time. I wonder what (and who) will replace “Under My Skin?” Time will tell the tale.

I dunno if Prol really gets the point in her recent post on musicians criticizing the work of their not too distant past. Many times you can make music in a moment where everything seems perfect and witty and well produced, but that fervor can fade in days or months. You can positively believe in every song you put on an album but still view it as primitive after making your next one. Music is like any other art, and art is just an extension of the life the artist leads. Songs i’ve written about people who i no longer care for aren’t as attractive to me now, independent of whether they are ‘good’ or not. The artist in this respect is her own worst critic.

Truths: The last three posts began with ‘W’. I am ignoring shafted for no good reason. I should gather up my stuff for the morning. I should say what i really feel sometimes. I would rather be famous. I miss being younger. I waste a lot of time.

Wow, why does anyone continue to click through to this barren wasteland? I seem to just blather and blather without divulging anything especially personal, being witty, or featuring any novel links. Read all at once it’s a rather engaging documentary of my recent thoughts, but taken otherwise i might describe it as dull. Probably not a blog i would read. But, what blogs do i read?

Give me one reason.

What will i do with my own place? I mean, i’ll be more out of it than in in the next three weeks between NSW, work, and class, but what will i do? Matt and i discussed having a small get together for the local crew of shafted and i have had ideas of throwing myself a concert for my birthday. We’re obviously not having any parties given the size, though chillin’ isn’t out of the question once we get the couch installed tomorrow (and a theoretical futon that Matt wants to buy). I never had many guests last year, but that was mostly because of how small my dorm room was, not wanting to annoy Kenny, and it being a dorm room. I might be old fashioned, but i don’t ask a girl to my dorm room to hang out, since that’s the room with my bed in it. It just feels a little dirty to me. So, anyhow, new apartment, two rooms, bunk beds. Tell me what i should do!