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| tuwang (profile) wrote, on 2-16-2004 at 7:28pm | |
| so heres the deal... I'm writing this song, and it's genius. I have all the music. So the super incredibly hard part is done. Then I have to put words to it. ANd my mom hears me playing it, and my mom's an artsy person from the seventies, and she all has this poetry which I'm sure is great. But she just writes something on a piece of post it paper, and hands it to me. I should have never taken it. INfact, let's go farther back to yesterday. I got into a conversation with my mom. I says to her " I have nothing incredibly crazy going on , so it's hard to find inspiration. I'd even call it writers block. Not long ago I had a river of milk and honey flowing with ideas for songs." shouldn't of told her that. So she's been trying to give me all her old poems that she wrote in highschool, and after, and through life. I just kept thinking of chris. Chris did write a fanciful song however called "Introspection" which the band is using. I think I've had this conversation with him. But it's like the second I have any music at all, or anybody has any music, Everybody jumps on me as the lead singer, with lyrics. I mean, I don't mean to get all emotional about it. But that's my job. I am the guy who writes down the words and conveys the story in text form to the listener. Don't get me wrong, I couldn't do it without the other guys, but that's not my point. When you want to sing something, you have to write it. I can play John Mayer songs all to hell, but I will never sound like John Mayer. WHy? Because he probably wrote the lyrics he wrote based on his own personal experiences, therefore he can convey what he wants through words he wrote. (this isn't about chris by the way, I don't mind singing someone elses words sometimes, but it's nice to be able to sing your own... He knows that, this is about my mom bleh, sorry for bringing chris into it like he's some lyric natzi, because he's not at all). But bam, right when she's offering me up her stuff, I have a breakthrough in my head. I remember a little personal situation that I have that I didn't think to write about. I quickly get my little black book and write it down. It's , the words are deeply melodic like the tune is, I'm all happy. My mom wants to hear it, but I can' t play it for her yet because it's not 100% and i just don't want to yet. BUt she says. "Kevin I have some old poems I wrote for you, you can use them..." I interrupt her with" Ma, I already got the words, I don't need any" "Oh, I"m not talking about that song, I mean for other songs" "Mom, I Need to write my own words, it's hard to sing about other peoples experiences, yoru from the 70's for goodness sake" "Yeah, but... YOu should feel privelaged to be able to use my poems" "Mom, you don't understand" "Oh... I do..." "you apparently don't, Have you ever sung in a band before?" "I don't think you understand KEvin" "Have you ever tried to fit melodies with other people with words you haven't written, I think I'm the one with experience here" "I don't think you even need the band Kevin" " MOM!!" THat's when I promptly threw a grape at her and went downstairs. That's the most stubborn thing I think I've ever heard anyone say. I don't think I could do it without 2 or 3 other guys with me. I think she feels bad. BUt I"m pissed. Well, This has been the longest weekend of long updates in my woohu journal ever... dont' get used to it. |
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PHIL-HIMSELF | Alittle off topic, but hey who isn't, 02-16-04 9:00pm I bought a strap lock, its good. The screw comes loose so I taped it on, it works pretty good that way. |
beckaboo | 02-17-04 1:25pm Instead of grapes I usually throw pretzels. I find the impact to be a bit more painful.. but hey, that's just me.
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