Capitalism is a Bitch

            I got a handle on the song I’ve been working on. It came to me magically the other night. It’s working out pretty well. I’ll fiddle with it some more, and work out the details before I sign my name to it.

            I helped a friend move yesterday. It wasn’t easy. His wife is a bit of a hoarder, and they weren’t all that organized. To top it off his wife had bad ideas. My friend and I were doing all the work, but every once in while he would defer to her for ideas. She would inevitably say something that didn’t make sense. I ignored it, but it didn’t do much for my hypertension.

            Capitalism is a bitch that’s the way I see it. I‘m a capitalist, but I don't need much. Sometimes I wonder if folks have their heads screwed on right. The furniture my buddy had was heavy. The bed frame alone used half a tree to make. There was a marble table that looked like it took a huge chunk out of Italy. There’s half a mountain side missing somewhere in the world as a result of this table. Yes indeed, capitalism is a bitch, a back-breaking bitch. 

Song #2

            My trick for forgetting the song didn’t work. I took a train downtown yesterday and couldn’t think about anything else. I tried to put it out of my mind, but it didn’t work. I’ve been working on it without pen and paper. It’s in my head, but still not finished. It’s going to be one of those songs that take’s a while. I like the songs that write themselves. Too much thinking can kill a song. I have to give it time, but I’m an addict. I can’t stop myself from trying to put the puzzle together. It’s like wondering if a girl likes you or not. I’m trying to say the right things to get the romance started. 

Song Writing

            I think I spoke too soon when I said the songs were coming easy. I was working on a new one and it was flowing pretty good, when I got stuck. Now I’m running the risk of creating something that is contrived. There’s nothing worse than that. It’s bad for everybody, the listener, the artist, it’s just a bad scene. I’m going to let it go, not try, regroup, rather than force it. I hope it works out. I like the chord structure and the melody, but I can’t seem to fit the words in without it sounding preachy. The words are thematic. I haven’t had much luck with themes in the past. Sometimes if I don’t think about it, the words will come. But I can't pretend to not think about it, it has to be honest, sincere, there's no tricking the cosmos, not even on Halloween.