Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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For a while there was a flicker of light reflected on my change jar that seemed just the right red and gold to be the reflection of a fire, but after a thorough examination of the room to ascertain that there was an absence of flame i realized it was sunlight flitting through the trees outside my bedroom window. Today i feel like a flicker of something; hoping that i’m not outrightly extinguished yet sometimes blooming full and hot. I was too distracted to sing during my lesson today, but then i focused for half a minute to produce two notes that Becky thinks were my best ever. Inconsistent. I don’t think i did much at work today, but no one seems to mind. Tonight the sky is turning from blue to blue with the tiniest band of green on the horizon, and my neighbors yellowed kitchen light is peering around my crimsony sheet draped across the window. Everything is colors, but the fire in this room has gone away and left it black and white and gray.

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It’s a shame that my voice is being stretched to the limit on all of the choruses of Song #1 (below), because otherwise i think the vocal delivery sounds pretty ‘on.’ I haven’t got up the right momentum or distortion to get that down as a punk song, but rest assured that it’s more punk than anything else i’ve ever written. Except “Punk.” That’s definitely punker. I was a little concerned when i first started playing this song because the verses are essentially the same I-V-IV pattern as thousands of other forgettable songs, but i don’t think you really notice the simplicity as much as you do in “Under My Skin” because it isn’t nearly as repetitive. So, anyway, it seems to be growing on Izabelle and she’s the one who gets to choose what the first song on every demo is, so be afraid…

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Song #2 (below) can’t seem to decide where it wants to go. I started writing it simply as a song in the second person that had nothing to do with “relationships” in the sense i usually write about them. Quickly, the puzzle became figuring out what the “tiny trouble” in the first verse was, and why she took the car out. By the time i got out to the bridge (notice the borrowed line from Tori while i work out what’s actually going to fit in there) i knew she was hiding something from her family and she had tried to tell her boyfriend but was hung up on (in the first chorus). The song seemed to be leaning towards her being pregnant (“nest in your heart,” “too early for children to be appreciated,” “feel the kick of that tiny answer”), but i’m not sure that’s where i was leaning. But, what do you hide from your family and get shut down by your lover about if your not pregnant? What wakes you up with the sun just so you can drive around deserted streets just waiting for something to catch you eyes. Maybe she’s dying? But, it was all in the letter, and she tore it up so she could manage to go back to sleep with the tiny pieces littering the floor around her bed. But that tiny trouble has gotten the best of her, and she can’t just sleep that off.

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I have some links to blog. Run for the hills.

Track4 is a solidly constructed music review site run by SpaceKitten on her Uprush domain, and i don’t even think i knew it was there (smooth one, huh?). I Am Generic is a really nicely designed site without too much flash-bang, which is my favourite kind of design (via MuffBlog). And, speaking of people with patience and rock solid design skills (of which i possess neither), Zannah still has the same basic layout as she did when i first saw her page nearly a year ago. Maybe there were some inbetween steps that i missed, but colour me impressed. With a shade less patience, but with tons of primary color design skillz, perennial favourite Wockerjabby just got a massive redesign that you should lay your eyes on. And, finally, i dragged my lazy self over to Ahx this morning after a nearly week-long lapse in my reading to find him doing some damned great writing (compliments of me nonwithstanding, of course). More people should be hearing what he has to say.

Well, there you go. That’s enough excuses not to read me for a couple of hours, right? Good. Off you go.

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