The formula to something ritualistic and guttural? I don’t know for sure, but I’ve had these phrases stuck in my head for a while. I used to record and experiment plenty with sound, but I haven’t had the chance recently. I do want to lay some tracks down for a few song ideas which are going to become a narrative. I should add, most of the work I do recording demos revolves around creating a story-based songs. I love that feeling of telling a tale that unfolds like rain drops collecting as a puddle; constant, rhythmic and somewhat unfiltered. This concept I’m tinkering with may be an offshoot of a demo album I recorded long ago, called Headphone Music for Nowhere People. It feels similar, perhaps it’s because I hear electric guitar and noise which feels like it belongs in a post-apocalypse, like in that old album.
I’ve thought about recording it on my lunch hour, since I have to go home and see how the cats are doing. Recording demos is really the last thing I should be doing so it doesn’t help to try to cram it in right now. I should probably reserve my lunch time for self care and time to pause momentarily. I’m troubled by my inability to slow down. I can’t blame the coffee either. The mind just wants to race and commit every spare thought to developing a story. Perhaps I need to convince myself once again, that writing and recording is my therapy, and one that yields continuous joy.
Hope America’s birthday weekend is going well for you all! Just wanted to share a few links I found illuminating and/or interesting. Also, having them here will be useful to check out later. Thanks for stopping by!
3. And this New Yorker article just turns me into a pendulum of love and hate for Instagram. I’m conflicted and I’m afraid I don’t know if IG is doing poetry good or if it even matters. Social media makes me fairly existential, if you haven’t noticed…
4. Late into Wednesday night, I had the 90s classic “Barely Breathing” on repeat and still going strong. I wondered what had been of Duncan Sheik outside of Spring Awakening. He always struck me as an incredible talent, but on a whim, I went down the youtube rabbit hole and found this performance, which really highlights his work as a songwriter of the highest caliber. Hope you enjoy as much as I did.
5. Lastly, I found this story illuminating on what’s happening to our neighbors in Gillette. About six hundred employees went in to work Monday morning and were sent home. I’ve been pondering this the entire week and I hope we can come together as a state-wide community and help any way we can.
The great lonely is a place you rarely hear about It is the emptiness between your heart and ribcage The stale breath of an aging room humming about someone else’s grief just to feel it on its lips The great lonely is a great plain for sage and horses with no one round for miles A place that does not claim you that doesn’t know your name or knows enough to mispronounce it The great lonely is walking barefoot on a cool night and they’ll never make more shoes. A splinter borne of old words and hardened skin piercing at itself to no end Voids in thought and forgetting why you’re mad The great lonely has a firm grasp and remembers your name with ease The great lonely is waking The great lonely is sleeping The great lonely is driving The great lonely is productive The great lonely is cooking lasagna The great lonely is filing with dependents The great lonely is a giraffe too tall for selfies with friends The great lonely is the greasy spoon, delicious masked in hideous The great lonely is a combat soldier captured in a traffic jam The great lonely is a feral cat supplanting expensive children The great lonely is a lager wasted on the lips of youth dying to impress The great lonely is a cloud over the Pacific The great lonely is a fish tank The great lonely is a whipping belt The great lonely is teeth mocking the one with a cavity The great lonely weep later The great lonely are the dead at the wake.