My new favorite song
"What'd you do, Stinkrock? Wake up in your clothes? Wake up hungover? Wake up in a bowling shirt given to you by a 60-year old man named Mommy who offered you oral sex?"
Yeah, yeah, baby, I *did* all that. I turned down the BJ. It's okay!
No, what I'm talking about has nothing to do with Saturday night and everything to do with Sunday morning. I woke up and wrote a song.
The weird thing about being involved with so many projects is that I'm a utilitarian songwriter. I slot time to come up with ideas for something that might be a Microdot song, or maybe a Strikes Again! song. I work on a songwriting project I'm doing with my good friend Sari, putting her words to music. In an ongoing tribute to the Replacements, I occasionally put myself through an exercise to write and record loud fast (sometimes silly) rock songs in as short and thoughtless a time period as possible. But all this is preplanned, specific, controlled. Not once this year have I written a song just to write a song.
So one came out this morning. It's a minute 25, a minute 30. It's only got two lines. But it came out of nowhere, it has no attachments, it's mine, and I'm proud of hell as it. I feel consolidated, unified. And, I confess, a little uneasy about the shirt.
I make a year-end mix of songs I heard for the first time during the year that had an impact on me. I think I'll tack this one on at the end, and call it '2005'.