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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 new song is coming along really well, and i’ve pretty much got the first minute or so down. i have no words for the chorus, which i think will start off as just an instrumental interlude between the first two verses, and then become the major theme of the second half of the thing. it’s certainly a different kind of song than i’m used to writing. it’s not “verse, chorus, verse, bridge, chorus,” but more like “verse, prechorus-to-chorus interlude, verse, (who knows what’s next).”

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.

By jae

jae lethe (he/she/they) is a blogger, musician, artist, poet, web developer/designer, armchair philosophizer, teller of tales, and gadabout. Also, something he calls a "behavioral artist." (Not sure.) She has plans. BIG plans.

Among the things that he has done for a laugh are minor fractures, cuts, scrapes, and various scabs. Though she's quick to point out that they're no imbecile, we're fairly certain that he thinks the word means some kind of medieval pharmacist.

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