… that was blocking my brain?
I wrote FOUR SONGS yesterday. One is a love song to Al Swearengen from Deadwood – one is a blues tune about the Blue Hell, a bar from the Fred Pohl Heechee Chronicles – one is a narsty emo bytchefest between Gelis and Niccolo from Dunnett’s series which references their ongoing telepathic mindgames – and the last is a breakneck, kickass song about the current culture war between faith and reason.
The “If I were Al Swearengen” song nearly fell out of my head right after I wrote it. When I wrote it, I thought it was all in the same time signature – silly me! Then I go to sing it back and the choruses don’t work. What happened? (Or as Paul remarked, “You weren’t recording it?”) It’s in two time signatures (waltz and mildly syncopated 4/4) which is just bloody bizarre but completely fits the mood of the song.
Anyway, I suspect that somebody went to a shrine somewhere and prayed for me, because that was the most amazing thing that’s happened to me in years. That sound you hear is a giant mental drain unclogging.
I light a candle for Patricia, who has an owie. (Further details as authorized).
I light a candle for Katie, who will love Daxus until death or something like it. I was that stupid at 19, but at least I loved worthier men.
Well, maybe it was the meditating on your mental health that did it? I’m sorry to hear about Katie.
On the upside, she’s working, starting Thursday. I mean, I can cheerfully predict she’ll hate the job, but c’est la guerre.