My new favorite song
This morning I woke up and did something I haven't done all year.
"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'.
"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'.
posted by stinkrock at 12:56 PM
5 Comments:
Was that John's neighbor "Mommy"?
Sorry I missed Saturday night. Sounds like it was... interesting.
It was indeed Mommy, and yes, John's parties are always interesting. But fun.
Again, sorry I missed it.
I hope a shiny new mix of "No Ordinary Car" will make up for it. Will email tonight....
Ahh the old radar tune, up goes the antennea, and before you know it - Pow!
I always like the songs that I write that I like better than the ones that I write that I don't like....
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