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I'm heading over to New Jersey after this weekend. I anticipate spending the weekend, in its entirety, with Garrett and Nathanael. Which will be great. I've been such a recluse lately. And by lately I mean "during the month of April." What with the sublet fiasco, and then with the staged reading fiasco, it's been a busy time. I can't wait to hang out and be ridiculous.
I'm trying to write this new song. I just have little scattered melody ideas, and lyric ideas. I've been feeling really discontented with my lyricism lately. I just notice my own patterns. Not that my patterns are bad or anything, they just don't take me by surprize as much as they used to. I just have little germs here and there.
Anyway, the song I've got in the machine is called "All Fathers Dream of Flying." My Dad used to take me out into the field across the street from our house, and he would throw me into the air and catch me. People would just be shocked at how high he'd get me. When I was older, he told me that he usually had it under control, but there were a few times when he'd just whip me up there as hard as he could. People would kinda joke with him, "Aw knock it off Dean, hahaha..." but soon enough it would be, "Seriously Dean, put him down." Mom couldn't watch. She said that once, she just got so scared she started to cry. I absolutely loved it. I would laugh and my hair would fly all over he place. It was a roller coaster. I was flying. I loved it.
I'm trying to write this new song. I just have little scattered melody ideas, and lyric ideas. I've been feeling really discontented with my lyricism lately. I just notice my own patterns. Not that my patterns are bad or anything, they just don't take me by surprize as much as they used to. I just have little germs here and there.
Anyway, the song I've got in the machine is called "All Fathers Dream of Flying." My Dad used to take me out into the field across the street from our house, and he would throw me into the air and catch me. People would just be shocked at how high he'd get me. When I was older, he told me that he usually had it under control, but there were a few times when he'd just whip me up there as hard as he could. People would kinda joke with him, "Aw knock it off Dean, hahaha..." but soon enough it would be, "Seriously Dean, put him down." Mom couldn't watch. She said that once, she just got so scared she started to cry. I absolutely loved it. I would laugh and my hair would fly all over he place. It was a roller coaster. I was flying. I loved it.