Alright, so my goal of a song per month might be a bit harder than I thought. I’m slogging along one bit at a time but it’s like I’m trying to piece together a 500 piece puzzle with 1000 pieces in the box. Thankfully my guitar teacher is the Six String Oracle and no question goes unanswered. On that note, I’m pumped to have a lesson tomorrow.
Lyrics are somewhat a bit of a different story. I’ve been into writing for a while but writing specifically for a riff is different. I’ve got a bunch of fodder for the lyrics cannon (#lyricscannon) but when I come up with some words I second guess it. Who in the hell wants to hear what I have to say let alone what I have been through? I guess the moral of the scenario is just not to give a rip about it.
Put your balls out there and let the others decide if they want to smack ’em with a hammer or put ’em in their mouth (#puteminyourmouth).
This little one pound badass defied odds and lived in a car’s engine bay for at least two days when she was finally discovered. The family that found her wasn’t able to keep her so we definitely fell on that sword after meeting her.
She had her first vet visit yesterday and received a good bill a health so we are happy! She’s probably good to go due to the heaping helpings of love that Lil’ Man has been bestowing upon her.
Obviously Cooper has welcomed her with open arms but Ollie is a bit of a different story, sadly. We hope she’ll come around and while she isn’t aggressive she is completely cranky and doesn’t want to snuggle up. Ruby doesn’t seem to mind so that’s good.
I can’t wait to see more of her personality grow! She already is really funny and full of energy and not really shy at all. She could never replace Mika but she’s off to a good start being a part of the family!
That title is fucking copyrighted, bitches, so don’t try to steal it. Is it my band name? A porn I’m producing? Guess you’ll just have to wait and see what comes of it. Irregardless, pop them peepers on the Clutch video below that again springs forth from Psychic Warfare and I will continue after.
One could say that I have been dabbling on Craigslist trying to lure some fellow jackass into creating music together but I have been striking out. Of course I’m leery of most anything on Craigslist with the exception of selling my cared-for-but-no-longer-needed-goods so I get people not clambering to reach me over my post in the music community section but, come on! I’ve also got my guitar teacher on the hunt for a fellow to work with so maybe that avenue will produce some leads.
Anyhow, I’m getting off track.
I have a new goal.
Through the magic of the interwebs and wireless communications I am challenging/collaborating with my buddy in Ohio to see what becomes of it. Think of it as an exercise in creation that doesn’t result in a new human life. We each have two weeks to create or add and then the baton is passed to the other participating party; not unlike a “puff-puff-pass” scenario of high school days of old. I really do think it’ll be a good thing but maybe not enough.
So, Master Plan Part Two.
Starting this fantastic month of September I am going to challenge myself to write the music and lyrics to a song every month. As you can only imagine they’re all not going to get me inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame but the process might just get me headed in the right direction.
Captain Creation is putting on his rock’n’roll spandex, bitches.
Hot damn! I sure do love me some Clutch! Their newest album has basically been on repeat for sometime now so I just gotta share the goodness.
Lead track off Psychic Warfare: “X-Ray Visions”
Followed closely by this mother of a jam right here: “A Quick Death in Texas”
Are they the best music videos I’ve ever seen? No. But hot snot do these two jams get the blood moving on a daily basis. Time flies when I’m wrenchin’ on the KTM or Triumph in the garage with this band pumpin’ through the sound system.
Give ’em a listen. They’re very much worth it.
Not to mention the fact that they make me wanna pick up the Gibson and work out some jams of my own.