Songwriting Takes Talent (What Are We Doing Tonight?)
My intention to be the greatest songwriter since Bob Dylan is not going to come easy. I've begun editing songs that I wrote last summer. I know that the best option is to scratch the songs entirely and begin them again, but I don't want to do that. I figure that I can write about the same thing multiple times with each song a different perception of the same object. Recording songs that aren't the greatest things I could write only means that the songs I record that are better will be noticeably improved. It's a very clever ploy, kids.
In an hour, James and I are going out for the night. I want to go to Bert's to purchase some CDs, including the newest album from They Might Be Giants. That disc is going to receive frequent spins on my radio show, believe me. After stopping at Staples and perhaps the bank, we're going out to dinner with some people from camp. I'm looking forward to seeing them and hearing how the first day in twelve years without the Rileys went. I stopped down there for five minutes to drop off something for Ellen, but never entered the building. I knew that by walking down there, I was increasing the chance of something happening but honestly, I shouldn't be pushing buttons. So I'm glad that nothing happened.
Today is too dreary, but I'm thinking still that good things are ahead for me. I'm making things go the way I want them to, for the first time as long as I can remember. Let's hear it for finally having a drive for myself.
-Paul
In an hour, James and I are going out for the night. I want to go to Bert's to purchase some CDs, including the newest album from They Might Be Giants. That disc is going to receive frequent spins on my radio show, believe me. After stopping at Staples and perhaps the bank, we're going out to dinner with some people from camp. I'm looking forward to seeing them and hearing how the first day in twelve years without the Rileys went. I stopped down there for five minutes to drop off something for Ellen, but never entered the building. I knew that by walking down there, I was increasing the chance of something happening but honestly, I shouldn't be pushing buttons. So I'm glad that nothing happened.
Today is too dreary, but I'm thinking still that good things are ahead for me. I'm making things go the way I want them to, for the first time as long as I can remember. Let's hear it for finally having a drive for myself.
-Paul