Pondering songwriting, sort of

Songwriting is something I greatly admire. The structure of the melody and the lyrics that make me swoon or cringe over a song. I adore a gorgeous voice or awesome guitar playing but if it's just too banal a song, that won't help it much. I appreciate clever lyrics (when there are lyrics), dig words I can relate too, the pictures they paint, a story or portrait. Not enough instrumentals. I indulge in a song that can fit a mood and be there. It's normal for me to play it over and over when it's perfect.

I've been lucky enough to have a song written for me, tres awesome song, great structure, builds, middle 8 and when performed it reminded those who heard it of the Velvet Underground. Thank you, Wm. But it's also awesome to feel like a song was written for you. There's no telling if it was or not anyway. The songwriter could have pictured someone just like you when he began composing his story and melody. So if you think it's for you, then it is.

I can't write a song, I tried once but it was aborted because it made me cringe, the chorus did at least. I gave up. I can't do that sort of thing but those that can do it so well and without much effort and have it turn into something I play over and over, heart be still. A good song is orgasmic.

PS: Yes, I know my blog was never cerebral, is always filled with typos and never really had that interesting bloggity appeal, those cutting edge postings that inspire passionate sparring. However, lately it's been sagging. I'm aware. Well, I've been tired, very tired, too tired to finish the books, too tired to keep up with the projects except the ones I am paid to do, too tired to take you with me on outings and field trips. It's starting to get hot outside, the beginning of a long, long Texas Summer (this will last until November). I am so alive when kept at a constant temp below 70. I'm only at the ideal temp at work and I can't do a thing for you guys there. My home is cooled so as to save money and my a/c, coils and such bust if they have to constantly run. It's Summer, ick. Hot, ick, Heat gets me down, makes me run slooooooooooooooooooooooooow motionlike and I get punchy and loopy and poop out fast. I just can't think. Even stepping out for a short walk about like to the car can kill brain cells. I just about faint in the tiniest bit of heat ya'll. I wish, wish wish we'd have a summer that never got into the 90's.