Choose One

I noticed that there’s an ad for Tony Hawk on my page. I guess it’s not all that bad being a sell out. I use to skate when I was a kid. The kids of today have a lot more courage and creativity than we ever had back in the day.  Time brings expertise I suppose.

            I was in the studio yesterday. I added some guitar and more backup vocals to the cowboy song. I think I may have overworked it. I can’t decide if it’s an improvement or an impediment. There’s something to be sad for empty space. Empty space isn’t empty at all, when you think about it, empty space takes up more room than mass, or matter. Its occupied space that we call empty. Anyway, I guess that’s the dilemma I have with the song, to include or exclude, too much or not enough.  I think I'll bounce out to mixes and choose one. Click please. 

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I’ve sold out, or turned professional. I’d like to think it’s the latter. I signed up for Ad Something as a means to make a little scratch with the Blog, so if you read my Blog, please support the arts by clicking on the dumb ad for the Walden School or whatever it might be. I’d greatly appreciate it.

            I’ve been putting it off for a long time. I tried signing up a couple times but I chickened out at the last minute thinking it was too big brother. But if I’m going to write Blogs I might as well earn a little drinking money in the process. Thanks for the corporation. Until next time.

Song Fiction

            I’m making progress with the new book. I’m on page eighteen or so but I’m running out of ideas. The cowboy song is on hold for now. I’m waiting to get back in the studio. Tim the owner rented his studio out last week to another producer. I’m waiting to hear back from him.

            I’ve written a couple of new songs in the meantime. The songs gods have been shining down on me. It’s strange, I didn’t write but maybe a hand full of songs in ten years, I was active with the poem and short fiction, and elongated fiction. I wasn’t thinking much about songs, but now it seems all I have to do it pick up the guitar and something pops out. I wrote a song last week about a cheating woman in regret. The song has nothing to do with my life in its current form, of course its happened to me in the past. It just came out. I’m glad for it. I think it’s a good song, but you never know until you play it for somebody.