the washing machine is out. so now on top of cleaning my room up and moving the synthesizer in and shopping and repairing the cream-colored acoustic for Lisa and trying to finish writing the new song and figuring out the most feasible way to make a really good recording of it, i have to do my laundry uptown at the ‘mat. which sucks, because i must have 30 fuckin’ loads of it.
the only serious problem is that i really like big wide 8 minute rock concertos like Radiohead does, but i wish i could make a fuckin’ compact song for once. something around 3 minutes or so. so i feel like i’m being a little overindulgent. and here’s the crux: it needs a whole 3rd verse really badly, which entails another interlude to go between the verses.
so now i must be up to about 2:30 or even 3:00 already and there’s STILL not a chorus in sight! this bothers me, so i might have to make something in the interlude a bit more hooky. it’s somber, but it’s got to have a catch, a hook somehow… but i can’t extend it any more or it’ll turn into some stupid pomp ballad or something.
got to keep on hacking away at it. i’ll do laundry later. i need to get this song finished and recorded, and i have so little precious time to do it!
i can’t wait to post this thing. i think it’s really going to be a lovely song. definitely the most haunting sounding thing i’ve ever done.
i don’t know where these things come from, so i can’t quite take credit, which leaves me just enough freedom to go ahead and say: it’s really a fucking beautiful thing, man.
and for the record, it’s only ostensibly about a ghosted lover. it’s also allegorical. i’ll explain later. well, no, i’ll explain it now. the gist is this: i was once only ones and zeros to my friend and lover, and now i’m made real. that should tell you what i have in mind for the lyrics in the second half. it starts somber but gets a bit more uplifting, hopefully to an almost ecstatic point at the end.
