music what is it?
what is a song a song a song….?
i work on my album alone for better and worse
for better because its pure
for worse because i aint no virtue-oh-so
but what i got …
what have i got….?
i got a glaring individual eccentric idiosyncratic attitude
i do things my own way
it all ways yields re-salts baybee
i mean i cant seem to really go wrong
it doesnt (dark) matter what i do
i never come up empty handed ever and i never did neither
with just the right amount of everything
good enough to play it
but not good enough
to become fascinated with my own instrumental virtue-oh-sity….
i get the job done
the job is the song
the song is the thing
never minded some fancy playing
i mean i wish i could
but i can only be one me at a time
whatever that means
apocrypha is coming
why i wrote a little song last night….!
why what is that my how many numbered song?
aurora : dad, how many songs have you actually written?
me : thousands n thousands …(sigh)
so last night i add another to the stack
a short little number under 2 minutes
with a plaintiff slide part in stereo n some crunchy young guitar
mellifluous bass etc
wry sad ironic lyrics yeah you know the score , my sweet pigs
yeah you know how good this is good it will be good better be kill be
oh an old master bay be i be doing this song thingy so long
it is truly my calling my vocation my porpoise my ex- spurt-ease
yes i am good old narcissistic sissy space-ex rockin’ rollin’ on a river bay bee
uh huh oh mymy my how nice you look shimmyin’ to apocrypha
i was born to make this moosic for ya
solo n behold
itll be there soon
in yer ipod in yer car stereo
and you’ll wonder
wonder how you ever lived without it!!
s k bondi beach in the tree top studio in cloud