09 / 06 / 09 - Writing on the Prowl

This covers today and yesterday:

I've been writing a lot on the prowl, though I keep forgetting my pocket notebook. As a result a lot of self-texting to my phone has commenced, though to great avail. Ideas range from lyrics and riffs to entire verses and whole song concepts, one in particular being

"I'm tired of adopting generations before my own / they have to paperclip the mannequins accordingly so it fits / my shoes are no longer symmetrical / it's like living in a color scheme where hues and saturations scream to be."

I found music to go along with it later on yesterday, so I recorded and left it for further dev down the road, possibly tomorrow? And by the way, today, Sunday, was a no-go since mum had her birthday, so I'll leave it for now.

To tell the truth, I get the feeling that Death Cab is influencing me more than ever. I don't know, just the way that Ben Gibbard does his vocals, the way he writes, it just feels so vivid, though still human and passionate, yet controlled within a melody so calculated that it seems like nothing else could ever done better. That kind of attention to minutiae, in terms of the feelings evoked from the music and the music itself, is, I suppose, what I'd like to aspire to when I write. To feel, and make feel; to see, and make one see; to hear, but for the one moment your soul could catch fire and send a shiver down your spine so euphoric, so frightening, that it takes you out of your body and into the aether that is the music.

That is my goal.

Anyway, half-update/half-ramble done. More later on, see you on the other side of the night.

M