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It's pretty unlike me to post. I'm not really much of a poster, after all. I mean, a substantial, meaty, narcissistic bit about my life and surroundings, but frankly, I'm incredibly out of my mind right now and this seemed cathartic and interesting. I wanted to touch on three things:
A-I'd really, really like to do a funk song based on Jonathan Lethem's Promiscuous Materials Project, in which he gives out lyrics he's written (as well as scripts, treatments, and other miscellany that he can't really use) and, as long as Lethem is credited for the lyrics, anyone can write the music and melody that accompany them.
Read about it here
The song I want to funk out is based on the first set of lyrics, the song "Sort of True," for which my current theme is named. Other people have done it as a folk song or light rock, but anyone familiar with Lethem and/or George Clinton could look at those lyrics and know instantly that it's meant to be some dark P-Funk shit.
Three tangents spur from these thoughts:
We're both really into these indie floral patterns right now, and we're gonna use those fabric squared and maybe denim to craft pillows for our apartment when we get back to Kalamazoo. And we've amassed quite a great number of fantastic glasses, too.
C- This is the big one! No it isn't. I was thinking, in the shower today, that I'd like to write a short story called
Eric Michaelsen Really Likes Female Ejaculation
By Eric Michaelsen
Not because I do. I mean, of course, I wouldn't say I have any particular emotion one way or the other about it. Anyway, I wanted the beginning of the story to go like this:
You may think it arrogant of me to put my name in the title of my own story, and it might be, and the question is whether I can make it pay off like Walt Whitman in "A Song of Myself." Frankly, it appears that way so that the reader must read my name twice, and that makes it far more memorable. The last third of the title works toward the same ends. Because the reader must be in such a shock, reading the words "Female Ejaculation," their sense of verbal perception is likely heightened (as is their blood pressure and most likely general sense of arousal) and they will read Eric Michaelsen twice, thinking of female ejaculation. The downside becomes that even if my name becomes known by those who read this story, it will always be associated with Female Ejaculation. When certain females ejaculate (if certain females ejaculate), they will think of me in some small way they may not even recognize, just under the surface of thoughts, the same way we often doze into hallucinogenic representations of our sexual experience as a theme song to a sitcom or the brass along the mantle of a fireplace. Now, it wouldn't be a downside were I an ordinary man, but the fact is, I'm painstakingly monogamous, and while I'd be flattered to have the name "Eric Michaelsen" incorporated in the sex lives of others, in some small way I feel like a guilty third member, present by a summons of someone else's mind, whether I know it or not.
The problem is, I don't know what the story would be about.
A-I'd really, really like to do a funk song based on Jonathan Lethem's Promiscuous Materials Project, in which he gives out lyrics he's written (as well as scripts, treatments, and other miscellany that he can't really use) and, as long as Lethem is credited for the lyrics, anyone can write the music and melody that accompany them.
Read about it here
The song I want to funk out is based on the first set of lyrics, the song "Sort of True," for which my current theme is named. Other people have done it as a folk song or light rock, but anyone familiar with Lethem and/or George Clinton could look at those lyrics and know instantly that it's meant to be some dark P-Funk shit.
Three tangents spur from these thoughts:
- I've been writing lyrics to a funk song of my own, too, and am really looking forward to a cheap electric showing up at this dormitory within the next couple of days. I've got the riff and a couple licks in my head, but I think the melody is pretty groovy, too. The lyrics are about like this: "You say you're not religious, you're spiritual/ Well, I'm not spiritual but I consume spirits/ Naw naw naw baby, not those kind of spirits, see I'm a hound dog/ Naw naw, baby, not a real hound dog, I'm like the kind you see on TV by Tex Avery (AND SPIKE JONES!)/ Hey, hey, bartender, get this woman a drink/ Blue Moon, not the ale but the cocktail/ Gin and curacao."
- Leon Haywood wrote the song "I Want'a Do Something Freaky To You." I used to have an alternate version, also by Haywood, on a record called "Dance Fever Hits of the 70's." Though it had less moaning, it had a much heavier, sexier, dirtier tone to it than the one that Dr. Dre used for "Nothin' but a G-Thang." I can't find it anywhere on the internet, though. Does anyone have any clue?
- Jonathan Lethem is a fucking genius, and right now he's in the middle of his overhaul of the 1970's comic book "Omega the Unknown." The third issue just finished, and let me tell you, it's not something to be missed. He deals with social pressure to withhold one's genuine intelligence (of particular interest to me as a citizen in a country in which that is standard practice), racism, and the cheapness of heroism, all big issues for a comic book to tackle, and Lethem does it most times without falling on Super-Metaphors.
We're both really into these indie floral patterns right now, and we're gonna use those fabric squared and maybe denim to craft pillows for our apartment when we get back to Kalamazoo. And we've amassed quite a great number of fantastic glasses, too.
C- This is the big one! No it isn't. I was thinking, in the shower today, that I'd like to write a short story called
Eric Michaelsen Really Likes Female Ejaculation
By Eric Michaelsen
Not because I do. I mean, of course, I wouldn't say I have any particular emotion one way or the other about it. Anyway, I wanted the beginning of the story to go like this:
You may think it arrogant of me to put my name in the title of my own story, and it might be, and the question is whether I can make it pay off like Walt Whitman in "A Song of Myself." Frankly, it appears that way so that the reader must read my name twice, and that makes it far more memorable. The last third of the title works toward the same ends. Because the reader must be in such a shock, reading the words "Female Ejaculation," their sense of verbal perception is likely heightened (as is their blood pressure and most likely general sense of arousal) and they will read Eric Michaelsen twice, thinking of female ejaculation. The downside becomes that even if my name becomes known by those who read this story, it will always be associated with Female Ejaculation. When certain females ejaculate (if certain females ejaculate), they will think of me in some small way they may not even recognize, just under the surface of thoughts, the same way we often doze into hallucinogenic representations of our sexual experience as a theme song to a sitcom or the brass along the mantle of a fireplace. Now, it wouldn't be a downside were I an ordinary man, but the fact is, I'm painstakingly monogamous, and while I'd be flattered to have the name "Eric Michaelsen" incorporated in the sex lives of others, in some small way I feel like a guilty third member, present by a summons of someone else's mind, whether I know it or not.
The problem is, I don't know what the story would be about.