Still, there's a lot that needs doing and this does take the pressure off, no need to rehearse for that gig, promote it, etc. Booking and promoting are such a drag and right now drag is not what I need, doesn't help with the productivity. We have plenty of material for the Ben Franklin record at this point, but I want to have just a couple more new ones ready to roll, and I really need to sit down for a few hours with a couple of the existing tunes and work on them just a bit more, lyrics-wise.
So here's to rock and roll, hopefully it gets done. It's funny how you can't force yourself to be creative, but you do have to (or, I find that I have to) force myself to sit down and work, and that's when creativity gets a swing at bat.
While I'm on a ramble: "Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer!" I can't get enough of that fucking song. I mean, Christ, it's haunting me. The way it shifts from one part to the next evokes really sympathetic notions in me of memories and dreams blending with real life, and of a feeling of awful disassociation with other people. It's amazing how a song about something like that can make us feel good, despite that even as a listener it might cause you to dig up painful memories.
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