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Thursday, October 17, 2002 np: "cold irons bound" - bob dylan (in my head) this blog is absolutely fascinating and i'd appreciate it if everyone went and took a look at it sometime. i've been writing guitar music again. it's a struggle cos i feel that everything i come up with is derivative. i feel as if i've hit a creative dead end. my guitar knowledge is limited, an unfortunate side-effect of teaching myself how to play. i see two options. one) learn more things (which i ought to do, regardless) or two) start experimenting more with recording. if i look at the guitar parts i write (not matter how base i see them) as the foundation for a song, and allow that to be deconstructed and worked around with various other instruments, noises, etc. then i can fashion something that seems very different to me. and i like that idea. i went back and wrote music to two older pieces i'd written and liked (but both of which need serious revision in parts) but hadn't put music with. they're called "native to the aisles" and "saturday;" the latter is about the fifteen year old boy in florida who crashed that cessna into the bank of america building last year, not long after september 11th. he claimed sympathy with osama bin ladin in his suicide note that was found. but he was obviously just being a stupid 15 year old in writing that. i felt bad for him. "native to the aisles" is about going to church and not finding a pew seat. it's more metaphorical, obviously, but i liked the idea of being stuck, or being 'native,' to the aisles. so the phrase caught in my head. i also wrote this nice poem/song(?) on the plane ride to chicago last weekend. it's very gospel flavoured..and i haven't stumbled across the music i need for it yet. i had the perfect tune in my head on the plane..of course it was 4 days before i got back to my guitar and by then..poof. gone. part of starting to write more is an attempt to overcome the sense of melancholy that has left me utterly impotent in my classwork and personal work. that's why i started seeing ernest a bit at school. he is g-------'s (my college) counselor. he's an interesting fellow..and had some good insight on my lack of work ability of late. he wants to continue seeing me. i'm afraid that means he thinks i have deep problems. heh. so in my tradition of recommending albums to people, may i suggest the Cash Brother's How Was Tomorrow which is a gorgeous work. their harmonies are equal to that of mark olson/gary louris at their peak in the jayhawks and truly are magical sounding. plus, "nebraska" is the greatest ode to that brilliant springsteen album that is likely ever to be written. and this is a truly great album. in fact..i may listen to it to go to bed. hmm..yes.. posted by J. Neas | 10/17/2002 03:04:00 AM
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