Today felt like I worked a lot without actually getting anything done. Which is, it should come as no surprise to you, attractive reader, quite frustrating. Alas. Forsooth! But tomorrow is another day. And it will be raining.
Things are already looking up.
N.P.: “Tryin’ To Get To Heaven” – David Bowie
Okay, so the addition to the studio: perfect. It was like a missing piece of the puzzle that I didn’t know was missing. All right…now we’re cooking with gas. Let’s put some books together.
N.P.: “Toccata – Carpimus Noctem” – Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Well, the new studio was done…it was. But I’ve decided to expand. In order to accommodate client needs (it’s a whole thing, dear reader). Anyway, things have gone from “incredibly cool” to “incredibly cool and professional.” It’s all fancy. My only issue is that it’s getting, if not functionally cramped, then aesthetically cramped, at least. I can deal with it, but if any music television networks show up to profile the joint, I’m going to have to make some rearrangements.
N.P.: “Wicked As It Seems” – Keith Richards
I’m so compartmentalized, most of my days are spent in meetings with myself. Seriously…it’s weird. Still, the meetings are pretty interesting. At least there’s that.
N.P.: “I’ve Been Around” – Marty Stuart
Another good day, dear reader. At one point, I was working on four different projects, writing a paragraph on one, then writing a paragraph on the next one, and so on, and repeated that for about an hour. I wasn’t trying to do that, it just happened. But it was good.
N.P.: “Panzerschokolade” – Rome
A good day.
N.P.: “Miss Prince” – Hey Steve
Absolutely nothing happened today, dear reader. Well, nothing that I can tell you about happened. Which is the same thing. Right? Right. So absolutely nothing happened today.
N.P.: “You Want It Darker” – Leonard Cohen
Gotta be brief tonight, dear reader…today was hectic. But I did my dizzle.
N.P.: “Knight Rider Theme” – Mitch Murder
“Given the smallest excuse, one will not work at all.” ~ John Steinbeck
When Uncle John wrote those words, he was describing the creative process in general, writing in particular. He was correct.
I gave someone advice today. I don’t typically do that, but they asked. “First thing you do when you wake up in the morning is say to yourself, “I ain’t apologizing for shit today. Not a goddamn thing. If anybody so much as suggests that I apologize for anything at all, I will politely invite them to kiss my entire ass. Then maybe a right cross.”
Then, just don’t do anything you’ll have to apologize for.
N.P.: “A Common Disaster” – Cowboy Junkies
The only kind of rain alerts we get around here are always the same: “a brief rain shower will begin at xx:xx. The rain will be light.” Balls.
That’s not what I want to hear. This is what I want to hear, just once:
“Ho…Lee…Shit! If you don’t know how to swim, hope you’ve got a boat because starting at xx:xx, a fucking waterfall is going to open up over your life and stay there for God knows how long. It is going to Piss. And it will likely keep on pissing for a while. Seek shelter…high ground. Cancel plans. Brace yourselves.”
But of course that will never happen. Not around here, anyway.
N.P.: “Hey So Much” – Processor, Wicked boy