So… cartoons were good tonight, Bob sold out his family… Stan caught a case of the sleepwalker… I was able to make a beer run while Family Guy was flogging a dead horse. All in all, it seems the night is going pretty well. We flipped through the channels and found a postmortem Paul McCartney wave his mullet all over the TV with… I dunno, drumsyncing (?) over dubbed drumming by the original big nosed idiot Ringo Starr. Yeah… here goes the Grammys… fueled by Schlitz.
Then Metallica (however the fuck that’s spelled) ruined one of their own songs… which should only be a task reserved for poor covers played on super market radio stations. …and just when we thought it should be over… ol’ big lips from Aerosmith tried to sing a Smokey Robinson song, and I wanted to kill myself, but before that could happen Daft Punk won a Grammy… for some stupid fucking reason.
Here’s a picture of me throwing 40oz. bottles at the TV:
seriously, Green Day has a touring broadway show …this post is so fucking dead to me.
As promised, I’m trying to keep up on the blog. Here’s what’s been up in the world… yesterday (anticipating my day off today, and bored by new years shenanigans) I drank a bunch of beer and gin, shaved my beard, cut my hair, wrote a blog (that I didn’t post,) and wrote a song. Karen and I had decided on the title a couple weeks ago. It’s called When’s Paul McCartney Gonna Die Again? …I think we just really wanted a song with that title, the song itself didn’t really matter, but in keeping with this weird new style of song writing, I present the sixth (it was a busy day of rerecording) demo version of…
I don’t really ever recall staying up super late on New Years partying to see the ball drop. Sure I’ve done it a few times… when I was younger, like high school age maybe. I remember staying up so that I could reset my watch with the “master clock” and therefore be on time for the rest of the year. Soon after came college, and it was all about getting fucked up beyond recognition… maybe try and get a New Years kiss from a young lady. These nights, especially near the end of my college career, ended in me blacking out some time after 10:00PM and researching my cell phone the next day to see if I even stayed awake passed midnight.
In recent years I’ve seen the change of a year like the rollover on a cars odometer… or maybe more like a time stamp that a notary would place on something that you did, verifying that it was completed by a certain date. Nothing really changes in your day to day life… I used to make up resolutions, but let’s face it… I really like to smoke cigarettes and drink beer. I don’t see myself stopping because some lame annual holiday happened again. Recently, I’ve enjoyed trying to write one last song of the year. Usually it ends up being a song that I end up working on until 2:00AM… so maybe it’s actually the first song of the new year. Whatever. It’s usually a song about resolution, countdown or change… but it’s still always fun and motivating to give yourself such a constrained time limit.
Anyway, this year I had been toying with the idea of doing something, and at around 10:56PM I went outside for a cigarette and got the idea for a musical progression in my mind. Recorded all the guitar, bass, drum samples and vocals before the countdown… then spent another 20 minutes trying to make a composition out of it without actually rerecording anything. That being said, this doesn’t sound anything like anything I’ve done in years, it’s actually a lot closer to something I might have done when I was 15… it’s got a bit of Sonic Youth influence if you ask me, not too bad for 2 hours from concept to demo. Anyway, here it goes… Happy New Year.