project: pity this busy monster manunkind not

 i'm working on what i think might be a series of concept songs, kind of inspired by the ee cummings poem "pity this busy monster manunkind" plus some other ideas. 

the idea

i have no idea what the idea is yet

the first song, max headroom, the music is complete i think, and lyrics half formed.  inspired by the cumming poem plus the precarious concept of "content" plus... part of an old poem, the ols poem is "fresh bread" i wrote 2007 i think, and the most vile poem about american culture i ever wrote with a blatantly placed "hidden message", and the message was quite beautiful  (contrast intended) anyway, i lifted that hidden message for this song, the last section.  this will be a spoken word song, i'm not singing anything till i start writing punk songs.

lyrics almost complete

second song, either called "i wander darkly" or "enter darkness" or ?. mostly instrumental.  play with some language-sound art i guess, a little poem in the song in the breakdown part (remimder stop with all the breakdowns, gag is getting old) right righ breakdown fails but maybe with some vocals to focus on it will take new life, will see. 

third song, rise. music complete, no lyrics.  and right there most of my problems with this project.  i really have no desire to write lyrics.  i'm burned out on that.  i'm getting by on salvaging old poems, which is ok, but kind of stifling to the creation of new ideas.  i just don't want to write

anyway rise will be the end song i think, positive, uplifting, uplooking, etc, and strong, the main beat has a swagger... it came to fight. the beat came to me ina dream when i fell asleep watching afro samurai, i forget who made that soundtrack, wu tang clan i think.  i think its my best songwriting/arranging so far.

and i think one or two more songs would do, but i don't know what the full theme is yet

wander darkly

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seven dogs

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gravity

 

max headroom

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groove 6

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groove 7

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where i when wrong

 i need to write this down

 where i went wrong... i gave a shit what others thought, that's where i went wrong.  i tried to bridge a gap, i wanted to use art to connect with others, be social, so i watered down my ideas, my language, to be more understandable and to fit in. i tried to explain too much. i compromised, and i was miserable for it, and was still misunderstood and all alone

my art was often called crazy, not always in a bad way, but that label, crazy, hit me personally.  its not anyone's fault, but i didn't want to hear it anymore.  it triggered me for personal reasons, again, no ones fault.

i fucked around too long in the wrong world, i wondered into suburbia without straypaint... never again.  i'm only making art for myself and all else can fuck off

also, i lost perspective, became fanatic over an experement that crashed, focused on the finger and forgot about the moon.  i tried to make literal music literally.  i tried to make the poem on the page more like sheet music, and trying to craft to make better sheet music i forgot about the music.  when actually spoken and recorded it just didn't work.  it sounded like captain kirk reading mad libs while sitting on the toilet. 

and there's more but, no point, it's clear that writtn word is again, the wrong world.

no worries, start over.  i know spoken word and real music works, like this classic buttholes tune from my youth.  i love this song

and that is where i went wrong

when the moon is fake and your mermaids cry

 

storm in the eye

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song #7

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rise

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