"Hey Brian, what's it like being 33?"
Well, I'm groggy, my throat hurts and everything tastes like paper.
"Hey Brian, what, did you party too much last night?"
No. I did go out and have 2 drinks and watch Al Johnson, Scott Hall and Josh Crane at the Bishops Lounge, but it wasn't a crazy night. I felt a little worn down but I thought it was from work.
"Then what gives with the paper and the taste and stuff?"
I think, given that half my work has been sick and half my friends have been sick, and last week was very trying, so goes I. So goes I.
"Ok, soon you'll have regained your health. What then?"
I have another solo album to continue work on. I have a new, wordy title. I found it on a scrap of paper tucked in a notebook and I vaguely remember writing it while at work, but have no idea what I meant by it. It sounds like a Star Trek episode written by Ian Curtis. So, I've given it new meaning and right now I like it.
"Endcore: The Pre-Failures"
So maybe the first part is a genre based upon things ending (with a play on "encore") and the second part is about the decision(s) one makes immediately preceding what is seen as the wrong decision. And then one can see the whole album in a different thematic light, instead of "10 songs I wrote in the last 2 years". Give them a purpose, an identity.
And there's a project I want Ning and I to get going on sometime in the new year. Calling all book publishers. We got something.
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