I've been in a musically creative mood the last couple of days. I re-wrote the chord structure to one song, re-wrote the lyrics to another song, and have started on another song. I only have bits and pieces at the moment, but you can tell that it is themed, and the lyrics I've been jotting down are all in a similar vein, despite the length of time over which these lyrics were written:
November 21, 2007
I don't know how many ways you're wrong
I just know that you are
January 10, 2008
It's a stretch for me
To suspend my reality
And use it in ways
For which it was never intended
And it's a stretch for me
To just sit back and believe
Everything you're telling me
And pretend that I am not offended
February 19, 2008
Please stop assuming that I am
The way that you would be
If you were me
The process of songwriting is majorly killer. I love it. I see how the threads are all coming together. It's amazing, seeing something being created right in front of you. And, even though I'm the one doing it, it feels like I'm not, almost as if I am nothing more than a tool for this song to come into existence. It's weird.
Okay, that was corny. Moving on....
Kenny's been gone the last two days to a conference in Spokane for Stratford Homes. He should have taken a bunch of my business cards as everyone there wanted a web site. He said that he probably got me some business, anyway, but I kind of doubt it.
I have to do school stuff tomorrow. Wednesday... I don't know. Thursday is band practice. Friday... I don't know again. In fact, I only know what I am up to on Thursday, really. And that might even change.
