I over-narrate. My songs are all stories that i tell again and again. This log is less musings on life than bland daily (and hourly, and momentary) reports on the status of my life. My annalytical term papers are “too narrative – though it makes for a good story.” Hell, even my prose is too – i don’t know – prosey. I am much to fixated on ways to say things and not nearly interested enough in the ways that allow me to expand upon the story being told. It’s the same as my album reviews saying everything about a song except for a single thing about its sound. I’m not sure what i’m supposed to do about it, but there it is, laid out as plainly as i can understand it. Or: is that the problem….
Stop reading me. I’m horrible. I should wither and die from the face of the internet.
wow, am i self-centered much?
That’s a sorta weak effort but… well, i’m trying to write some more because sometimes something comes out perfect. like, that middle verse … i love that! But, the song doesn’t work with it. Do i change the whole verse just for that one verse to work? not sure … listen to it and then suggest a way out
I wonder what it would sound like if i reviewed my own CD… probably some rubbish about how the songs are “ultimately ambitious but all too often struck from the same mold. hopefully one day he’ll learn to break it and reassemble it as something new.” Of course, that’s how i actually feel about my music most days. Which means i must be a very good reviewer
blargh. life crept up and smacked me today, since we’re headed into midterm week. in slightly better news, i had my massive madonna review published in the triangle this week. in slightly worse news, last night i played an open mic where i thoroughly slaughtered the main staples of my cache of favourite songs. in order: “inadequacy song” (aborted), “under my skin,” “deadweight,” lucky star,” “never say goodbye,” a short break, “gravel,” “punk,” & “a long time since.” all can be found in the trio archive. “never say goodbye” and “punk” went over especially well.