http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm Thu, 04 Mar 2010 07:24:27 GMT http://bandzoogle.com http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=196409 Well, here we are... the last day.  Teresa said lets write about honesty.   "Ok, I'm on it!" It was pretty close to what I said.  And I dove in this afternoon to see what what was there.  Some good stuff I think, and I brought a bunch of it back home to record up.   Except the song was kind of ornery when I got home--or I was kind of ornery--and after 31 songs I'm out of patience for ornery.   So, I'm posting the lyrics and calling it a day for now.   Enjoy! "Ok, I'm on it!"
It was pretty close to what I said.  And I dove in this afternoon to see what what was there.  Some good stuff I think, and I brought a bunch of it back home to record up.   Except the song was kind of ornery when I got home--or I was kind of ornery--and after 31 songs I'm out of patience for ornery.   So, I'm posting the lyrics and calling it a day for now.   Enjoy!
]]> Thu, 04 Mar 2010 07:24:27 GMT 0F49D5A01F8FABC9A8720B3F1903AC39 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=195104 So Mr. Von wrote me a couple days ago and said, 'let's write about sleep."   I pretty quickly translated that into dreams.   I don't know much else to write about this one.  Dreams have an odd logic that I was trying my best to apporoximate in my song.   They sort of flow and change more by emotion than time.  The images that are created in them don't make a lot of sense but have a feeling veracity all the same, at least while we're still dreaming.  Basically I looked through a lot of the images that I'd slapped together over the last last month and took the ones that felt like things my subconscious might entertain me and tried to string them together with some action.   ]]> Tue, 02 Mar 2010 23:12:26 GMT 0D5C794360B44DFBB7ECA6C141A3D6A7 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=194537         Charlene humors me by speaking French with me on occasion.   For a while I was nearly conversational at say a toddlers level.   These days I'm good for either a hello or goodbye and not much more. Anyhoo, Charlene also suggested that we write about someone as a foreign country for our song today.  I liked this idea a lot.  Lots of juicy possibilities and I assumed going in that the song would be a little bitter; hell I was looking forward to it.   But as is often the case, the song had other ideas.           I loved Paris when i went there.   It just felt very deep and old.   Maybe rich, like in the sense of good chocolate perhaps enjoyed with a bit of coffee.  There was some difficulty in me being there as well.  I didn't really know a lick of French when I got there.  I was genuinely startled when they actually said 'voila,' like, a lot.  We stayed for ten days and after about five I was just tried of not understaning anything.              When I was there I intentionally avoided the Eiffel tower--why go to France to see something we gave to them?--but stalked Montmartre pretty assiduously, after all all was where Amelie was filmed.   In the film, they left both the Sacre Coeur at the top of Montmartre and all the sex shops at the bottom if it in Pigalle out for the most part.  They also left out all the artist's who hang out and offer to sketch tourists.  And the phalanx of people on the hillside who all seemed to be offering to do the same trick with a peice of string.  I didn't stop to find out what the trick was.  I suspect it may sometimes involve losing one's wallet, though usually one probably just loses the few Euros the performer was bound to expect when the trick was done.         So in summary, I loved Paris and now seeing one of those fifities noir black and white photos of the city I can can get seriously whistful about the whole thing.  So, the song wasn't going to end up bitter after all.                I loved Paris when i went there.   It just felt very deep and old.   Maybe rich, like in the sense of good chocolate perhaps enjoyed with a bit of coffee.  There was some difficulty in me being there as well.  I didn't really know a lick of French when I got there.  I was genuinely startled when they actually said 'voila,' like, a lot.  We stayed for ten days and after about five I was just tried of not understaning anything.     
        When I was there I intentionally avoided the Eiffel tower--why go to France to see something we gave to them?--but stalked Montmartre pretty assiduously, after all all was where Amelie was filmed.   In the film, they left both the Sacre Coeur at the top of Montmartre and all the sex shops at the bottom if it in Pigalle out for the most part.  They also left out all the artist's who hang out and offer to sketch tourists.  And the phalanx of people on the hillside who all seemed to be offering to do the same trick with a peice of string.  I didn't stop to find out what the trick was.  I suspect it may sometimes involve losing one's wallet, though usually one probably just loses the few Euros the performer was bound to expect when the trick was done. 
       So in summary, I loved Paris and now seeing one of those fifities noir black and white photos of the city I can can get seriously whistful about the whole thing.  So, the song wasn't going to end up bitter after all.      
]]> Tue, 02 Mar 2010 04:07:24 GMT 6D259AF3214C9D1CF625139EAAA06F89 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=193741 I suggested the idea of 'cleaning' as a place to jump off from with Betty.   She did a great job of running with it and I made the mistake of listening to her song when she sent it along to me yesterday afternoon before I'd finished mine up.  (I've spent the whole month waiting to listen to other folks songs until after I've finished mine so I don't get influenced).   In any case, I did my usual thing of writing brainstorming a bunch of words and seeing if that triggers anything for me.  Um... not really,  plus I had the added burden of feeling like there was on direction I really couldn't go which is a bit like trying not to think of an elephant.   In anycase, I eevntually went with the totally literal interpretation of the song and finished everything up this morning.   ]]> Sun, 28 Feb 2010 23:32:37 GMT DB65FF4AE0533053B91061CC04CA1C7E http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=193032 My time is about four days from now to be exact, but who's counting.  Rob, a dear friend, didn't give me an explicit assignment today, bless his heart.   I was planning on writing something along the lines of "things I never get around to" bouncing off his line from this song he sent me.   Well, the day wore on, and as I say in my song, I'm feel a bit tired... so I wrote about that instead.   It's a noble thing to do every once in a while, just write down what you're feeling.  Hope you enjoy. ]]> Sat, 27 Feb 2010 12:37:06 GMT A274F913BF11DA7C1D01F43DADDFF297 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=192619       Jenee suggested we write about running away from fear to something better, or about guns, or about a favorite place.   I naturally wanted to try to fit in all three which may have caused some problems for me.  In any case, after the usual rigamorale, I was sitting in Gourmet Express trying to figure out what the hell to write after finishing up work.  I had nothing but thought heading home and finding my guitar might help.   Ellis' song Grace popped on the ipod on the way home and that clicked something for me.   Grace would certainly be a better place to be than some place of fear.  Okay...  John and Barton popped out for me as character sometime in the next hour, but I really couldn't figure out how to get them to play with each other.   I was pretty sure there was supposed to be a bank robbery and maybe a kidnapping.  But I couldn't get John into a car with Barton.   Why would he go?   Why would Barton want him?   I really couldn't get them to play at the bank either, at this point I was convinced Barton was doing the robbing.   I finally had to call it a night.  I could tell nothing good was going to come out of staying up any later.   Sitting down this morning I had the brilliant idea that John should be robbing the bank.  Maybe he wasn't such a goodie-two shoes especially if John wasn't doing a damn thing but deposting some money.   Sweet!  

]]> Sat, 27 Feb 2010 00:00:00 GMT 6A352AA1EB35593A343B014DE69D7896 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=192464 Danielle Doyle sent me a quick email yesterday to wish me luck on my last couple days of songwriting.  Natually, I said thanks, and then went into a small rant about still being excited about the whole thing and wanting to write songs but feeling a bit like I was in the end of a cross country race, wanting to move my legs faster but finding they can only go as fast as they are.   Which is to say, I had trouble finishing my song yesterday.  Around 2:30 yesterday morning after staring at the the paper for while and making some dashes at towards the finish line but finding I couldn't make any progress I knew I was pretty much at the point where I could stay up later but I wouldn't get anymore work out of the night.  So I went to bed.   In summary I'll have a song to post with Jenee's song soon.   ]]> Fri, 26 Feb 2010 21:23:31 GMT 39754E96FFAA87F820178A9844F3879D http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=191476          Jeff said he wanted to be spontaneous today and left me to my own devices as far as what to write about.   He wrote in secret about the first child of friends of his.   I somehow ended up writing about the end of the world.   This is sort of how it came together for me.   First off, most of today, I did nothing--at least as far as songwriting is concerned.  I worked this morning at the restaurnant, enjoyed a beer and some dinner afterwards then came home and promptly took a nap.  The writing part of my days have been throwing up a bit more resistance as I get to them the last few days.   Today there was lots of futzing and a couple false starts before I finally settled on how to decide what to write.   I finally put my ipod on shuflfe and started writing down all the words and phrases that stuck out to me from the first three songs I heard.   Greg Brown had a line about old time religion and voila... something.   Still no idea what I was really going to write though.   I put together a brainstorm/ word map thang with OTR in the middle and then just started slapping words together.  In the end, I started to build a song out of phrases I put together like "sodomy ashtray" and "iceburg embers' and also seeing if any phrases pop into my head from those odd word combinations.  Which is to say, a lot of it is a mystery to me too.  I just work here.   ]]> Thu, 25 Feb 2010 14:40:00 GMT 01DC60750B2687A26A402F7F8ACEEE26 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=190583 Sierra suggested we use the word scars as a jump off point for today's song.  Talk about diving into the deep end.   I have a couple of scars, nothing major.  One from the bike accident now immortalized in song.  A couple other minor ones from working the production side of food service (i.e. working as a fry cook, a job I believe no one escapes unscathed).   Honestly I felt pretty much cooked on this subject.   Scars is a pretty big word to tackle.  At four letters, it sums up a lot of pain in a neat little nib of permanance.   I had the bike accident.  And there's all the mental stuff that we all get to work with but who wants to hear another folk singer whine about their pain?   Also, I was pretty much just tired today.   So after a day of napping and futzing and occasionally writing but not really feeling like I was getting any insight I found myself with my head down on my desk ready to look into napping again when Mary Gauthier popped onto my itunes.   Somehow that made everything else fall into place.  Mary's unflinching honesty is unsurpassed in my book and she delivers her lines with a kind of wryness that doesn't swerve into irony.   I did my best to apply that to this song.  ]]> Wed, 24 Feb 2010 13:30:00 GMT 42DB2C53C5709FC2189BDDB8524FCE95 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=186371 So rob suggested writing a song about a rough and tumble cat.  He wrote one.  I wrote one.  Not much more to say on that part.  That was easy.       I did have a wonderful time hanging out with Ethan Baird and Sierra tonight--as well as Jacob Bush and Ethan's roommate.  Ethan's been having a small writing group at his place occasionally.  It was kind of a mini-retreat.  We got together, played each other some stuff we were working on and then Ethan said it was time to go write something for 40 minutes.  OK!  I needed to work on my song and started writing it while I was there.   Sierra was in the next room noodling on her guitar and I'm sure what she was playing had some effect on what I eventually started to write.  At the beginning of our writing time Sierra said from a room over; "I don't know what to write about!"  I was in the kitchen so my answer was cooking oil.  Gotta say, she started a great song.        I did have a wonderful time hanging out with Ethan Baird and Sierra tonight--as well as Jacob Bush and Ethan's roommate.  Ethan's been having a small writing group at his place occasionally.  It was kind of a mini-retreat.  We got together, played each other some stuff we were working on and then Ethan said it was time to go write something for 40 minutes.  OK!  I needed to work on my song and started writing it while I was there.   Sierra was in the next room noodling on her guitar and I'm sure what she was playing had some effect on what I eventually started to write.  At the beginning of our writing time Sierra said from a room over; "I don't know what to write about!"  I was in the kitchen so my answer was cooking oil.  Gotta say, she started a great song.  
]]> Thu, 18 Feb 2010 11:40:00 GMT CB65D9ADB361779859B7131278E90A27 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=185595 Kim suggested that we write a song with no rhymes in it today.  Just like Rowland Sally's "Killing the Blues" or "America" by Simon and Garfunkel which sounded like a great idea until I actually tried to sit down and do it.   Rhyming does a lot of things for songs that you don't necessarily think about consciously until your try to write one without it.  For instance, rhyme scheme almost inherently provides rhythm to a song.   It also give the ear something to hang on besides melody and harmony.   Songs without rhyme have to be doubly strong melodically.   And moreover I think they make each line of the song count even more.   Consider the chorus of Killing the Blues: Somebody said they saw me swinging the world by the tail Bouncing over a white cloud Killing the Blues For me everyone of those lines is totally memorable by itself.  In  a song that rhymes you can depend on the rhyme scheme to help you remember the words.   No rhymes.... clearly you don't have that advantage. 
Somebody said they saw me swinging the world by the tail
Bouncing over a white cloud
Killing the Blues

For me everyone of those lines is totally memorable by itself.  In  a song that rhymes you can depend on the rhyme scheme to help you remember the words.   No rhymes.... clearly you don't have that advantage. 
]]> Wed, 17 Feb 2010 12:00:00 GMT 579B19C220CF6A8FB3E2054753DC1FB8 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=183323           There was a bit of back and forth with Diana over what to write today.   It started with her complaining that she couldn't think of anything to write about unless it was about chicken broth, or jello, or your body betraying you.   We messed around with that a bit until I came up with the brilliant idea of a song about betrayal that involved jello on someone's body and revenge being "Chicken Soup for the Soul."  (I have a love-hate relationship with self-help books, but that's a different subject).    Listening to my ipod while I was jotting out some ideas the song "Happiness" by The Weepies popped on.   Obviously I stole the title.  I also stole a line from the song about "the look."   I think if Tarantino wrote a song it might have lyrics something like this.   ]]> Sun, 14 Feb 2010 00:00:00 GMT AF1226DC061530A1C5A70355FE810921 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=182277 Eric Suggested that I go to a dictionary and pick the first three words that I found. Later he sent a me and e-mail asking what dictionary I’d used, he was suspicious. The words were Relative Humidity, Coagulate, and Nervous System. Eric’s right; I’m suspicious of my dictionary too. “Nervous System” bumped into my mind and I got the image of someone who gets unnerved by just about everything, someone a little uptight. I figured what would make anyone more uptight that meeting a girl he actually likes? (It always works for me at least). Figuring out how to fit “relative humidity” in was the real challenge. I decided it would suffice as the worst pick up line in history, why not? From there coagulate seemed to fit right in. In the end, I’m mostly just happy to finally make a They Might Be Giants reference in one of my songs. The words were Relative Humidity, Coagulate, and Nervous System. Eric’s right; I’m suspicious of my dictionary too.
“Nervous System” bumped into my mind and I got the image of someone who gets unnerved by just about everything, someone a little uptight. I figured what would make anyone more uptight that meeting a girl he actually likes? (It always works for me at least). Figuring out how to fit “relative humidity” in was the real challenge. I decided it would suffice as the worst pick up line in history, why not? From there coagulate seemed to fit right in. In the end, I’m mostly just happy to finally make a They Might Be Giants reference in one of my songs.

]]> Fri, 12 Feb 2010 11:44:35 GMT 3BC512DF53240CF883AC1762533FE4B4 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=181364 When I was watching the Super Bowl one of the New Orleans player got hurt in the third quarter and I blurted out something the effect of; “A broken Saint, that’s not good.” Well, everything worked out for the best in the game (unless your an Indie fan) and the phrase “Broken Saint” got lodged in my head so I shared it with Kait and suggested we might try writing on it for today. She promptly ignored my suggestion, and focused in on “Don’t think Anything” (the prompt from Sunday) which somehow morphed into her song “I could be good to you” It sounds like she made a great choice what ever way she got her song written. Me, I worked some more with ‘Broken Saint’ which reminded of the story in the song I put together for today. Some of you may recognize the story.   For the most part, I wanted to keep the whole thing low key. ]]> Thu, 11 Feb 2010 13:00:00 GMT A1DACDC1F6C2062F5EA0BEC6437565F8 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=180523       When we were talking yesterday Justin told me he usually starts his songwriting from a pretty open place so he can let it go where it needs to. I was ready to agree to that when he said; “but, I do have this one song idea that’s been hanging around. ‘Shower with a Friend;” you know, to help save the planet by conserving water.” How could I say no that? ]]> Wed, 10 Feb 2010 10:50:00 GMT 44BBE025591C095664593D84AD4527F3 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=179857 Chatting with MIke about what we should write he said; "it's been a while since I've done any songwriting."   That phrase hit something in me and I said, let's start from "It's been a while..."   I really like the song Mike came up with.   He earns extra points for taking a bit of time to layer in a couple extra tracks of xylophone and such.    Me, I did my usual thing; sat down at the coffee shop this morning, stuck a word in the center of the page and let my mind go crazy brainstorming 'til the page was full.          I didn't really start putting things together 'til I got back to the apartment and spent a little time with my guitar.  I felt like it was a finger picking day and came up with the little accending travis picky thing I'm playing for a lot of the song.   The first line I actually came up with was "Bathing in the sun/budweiser and topless fun/ it's been a while since anyone/invited me"  That was followed up by "I'm a cat without a mouse/ working corpse not a souse/ I'd rather be in Taos/ or by the sea."   Taos was the thing that hit me and made me start thinking in the direction of trains and hobos.  Just something about the Southwest.  The rest sort of fell into place from there I think.         As an aside, the demo was recorded in the Green Room of the Lizard Lounge.   That was fun too.        I didn't really start putting things together 'til I got back to the apartment and spent a little time with my guitar.  I felt like it was a finger picking day and came up with the little accending travis picky thing I'm playing for a lot of the song.   The first line I actually came up with was "Bathing in the sun/budweiser and topless fun/ it's been a while since anyone/invited me"  That was followed up by "I'm a cat without a mouse/ working corpse not a souse/ I'd rather be in Taos/ or by the sea."   Taos was the thing that hit me and made me start thinking in the direction of trains and hobos.  Just something about the Southwest.  The rest sort of fell into place from there I think. 
       As an aside, the demo was recorded in the Green Room of the Lizard Lounge.   That was fun too.
]]> Tue, 09 Feb 2010 13:35:00 GMT 628D7107D2B75B53869F3F2BDDA5A498 http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=179173        Rob Roper had a proposal for me. He would send me a musical idea, I would listen to it and send him the first few words that popped into my head listen to his musical idea. And then we’d go off and write our songs. I knew it was important that I come up with some really good lyrical stuff for this song so the first thing I thought while listening to the music he sent me was “Don’t think Anything….” And thus our fate was sealed. (Very much like the Stay Puff Marshmellow man scene from GhostBusters—“What did you do, Ray!?!”)         So I mediate from time to time and used to listen to folks like Jack Kornfield and Pema Chodron even more often than I meditate. After all, thinking about meditation is a lot easier than actually doing it. So basically I decided to put a stream of consciousness song about meditation to a the chords from a murder ballad. What can I say? And if you do ever decide to meditate remember it’s not so much about getting rid of your thoughts as just watching them. Have no fear, your thoughts will always be there.         So I mediate from time to time and used to listen to folks like Jack Kornfield and Pema Chodron even more often than I meditate. After all, thinking about meditation is a lot easier than actually doing it. So basically I decided to put a stream of consciousness song about meditation to a the chords from a murder ballad. What can I say? And if you do ever decide to meditate remember it’s not so much about getting rid of your thoughts as just watching them. Have no fear, your thoughts will always be there.

]]> Mon, 08 Feb 2010 20:30:00 GMT 68A2772A9455EACFADA7AE1895DB7A5E http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=178582       Anna Maria wrote to me on Wednesday and said that she wanted to write from the prompt “I come from…” I wanted to work from it too. It’s the kind of phrase you can go just about anywhere with as many times are you want. It seems a lot like jotting down “I remember…” and just seeing what pops into your mind:       I remember…. sitting by the curve outside Coolidge Middle School with Taj who had just been suspended again.”--Who knew that was in my head?       “I remember… going to the swings down in Memorial park one morning in the dark to watch the sunrise…”        It’s limitless really, once you reach certain age—I’m guessing its five or six—you don’t really run out of memories.        So I started writing in the coffee shop this morning (and when I say morning I mean around 12:30 this afternoon) and all kinds of thoughts poured out. I remembered youth group and high school and my house when I was five or six and old friends and Laurel Hill Cemetery which grew up across from (“quiet neighbors” my dad likes to say) and I figured I’d eventually sift it all down into something profound and resonant and perhaps just a bit abstract, cause I like that sort of song. Then I got home to my guitar and didn’t really have anything solid planned out yet. And what popped out but the first line of this song. The whole thing was too hard to resist. I wanted to work from it too. It’s the kind of phrase you can go just about anywhere with as many times are you want. It seems a lot like jotting down “I remember…” and just seeing what pops into your mind:

      I remember…. sitting by the curve outside Coolidge Middle School with Taj who had just been suspended again.”--Who knew that was in my head?

      “I remember… going to the swings down in Memorial park one morning in the dark to watch the sunrise…”

       It’s limitless really, once you reach certain age—I’m guessing its five or six—you don’t really run out of memories.

       So I started writing in the coffee shop this morning (and when I say morning I mean around 12:30 this afternoon) and all kinds of thoughts poured out. I remembered youth group and high school and my house when I was five or six and old friends and Laurel Hill Cemetery which grew up across from (“quiet neighbors” my dad likes to say) and I figured I’d eventually sift it all down into something profound and resonant and perhaps just a bit abstract, cause I like that sort of song. Then I got home to my guitar and didn’t really have anything solid planned out yet. And what popped out but the first line of this song. The whole thing was too hard to resist.
]]> Sun, 07 Feb 2010 12:25:00 GMT 67E7B47FCAA236F986142FF68C9D399D http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=178079      Ellis and I talked a couple of days ago and she said she was writing a song for her Granny today. Did I want to write a song for her Granny too? Or perhaps for my Granny? Of course I did, though I had no idea what I would say, or how I would say it (nothing unusual for me, frankly). I was a little bit apprehensive too. I didn’t know either of my grandmothers terribly well. They both lived on the west coast and I didn’t see them often. My Dad’s mother died when I was ten. She was a sweet woman who I’d met a few times and she made me a toy clown that hung in the window of my room for a long time       My Baba I knew a bit better. She came out to visit us on occasion while she was still in good health and more over, her work is everywhere in my parents house. She was painter and a poet and I think she did a column for a newspaper in Palo Alto for a bit. She wrote and illustrated a children’s book for my brother (he’s the eldest) and painted a scene from “Wind in the Willows” on his dresser as well. She wasn’t the easiest person for me to know as a child, but she loved us and I’ve always admired her creativity. So, this is the song I wrote for her.       My Baba I knew a bit better. She came out to visit us on occasion while she was still in good health and more over, her work is everywhere in my parents house. She was painter and a poet and I think she did a column for a newspaper in Palo Alto for a bit. She wrote and illustrated a children’s book for my brother (he’s the eldest) and painted a scene from “Wind in the Willows” on his dresser as well. She wasn’t the easiest person for me to know as a child, but she loved us and I’ve always admired her creativity. So, this is the song I wrote for her.

]]> Sat, 06 Feb 2010 12:20:00 GMT F19A3C98B33F1CB2EF8C99DCACDF539D http://timmyr.com/songbombblog.cfm?feature=1164017&postid=177424 Jess shot me the mp3 file for her song “unprepared’ a couple days ago contradicting her song title but, what’s one to do?      We hadn’t talked about a specific theme but I loved the subject of her song. I have lots of experience with being unprepared and more over dreams where I’m unprepared. Mostly my dreams place me in a classroom without my homework, or with some test that I haven’t studied for at all. What hadI been doing for the past few months when I should have been studying? I couldn’t tell you. Anyway, I worked with ‘unprepared’ as a start for my song. And somehow unprepared morphed into unmade. What I really wanted to do as I started to get into the song was make everyday things like making bread (o.k., like once a year things) tell the story of what was going on between the two people in the song. It’s not perfect but I like a lot of what’s there. Hemmingway says I should kill those bits, but that’s a different blog entry.      We hadn’t talked about a specific theme but I loved the subject of her song. I have lots of experience with being unprepared and more over dreams where I’m unprepared. Mostly my dreams place me in a classroom without my homework, or with some test that I haven’t studied for at all. What hadI been doing for the past few months when I should have been studying? I couldn’t tell you. Anyway, I worked with ‘unprepared’ as a start for my song. And somehow unprepared morphed into unmade. What I really wanted to do as I started to get into the song was make everyday things like making bread (o.k., like once a year things) tell the story of what was going on between the two people in the song. It’s not perfect but I like a lot of what’s there. Hemmingway says I should kill those bits, but that’s a different blog entry.

]]> Fri, 05 Feb 2010 11:40:00 GMT 8E67C6CC89F7CF159A5A62390866A224