I wrote a song last night. The chords are simple, the subject matter worn, the lyrics a bit cheesy or trite, and it is borderline country (which, IMHO is a fate worse than torture), but I wrote a song. It has been a very, very long time since I could say that. It is a beginning; a jumping off point, and that is a heckuva lot more than nothing. It gives me hope.
On the bright side, it does contain a new idea, a fresh image that Tiger thinks I should flesh out and explore. Perhaps this is the seed from which a less worn, less cheesy, more folky, less country, song can germinate. It gives me hope.
Adventures in Life, Love, Macreme, and life South of the Mason/Dixon Line
Friday, September 14, 2007
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