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Thursday, November 04, 2010
12:03 PM
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You can only polish a turd for so long before it starts to fall apart. So it goes with album making. Thriller was made in just 8 weeks while rosa, -de-rosa Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, though rehearsed and performed live before it was ever recorded, was made in just 2 sessions. I am not currently working on Chinese Democracy, but I have been sculpting this turd for almost a ano now and it’s doesn’t even remotely resemble a Snickers Bar. My point: It’s still not ready for consumption.
Of course, it wouldn’t hurt to stop calling it a turd. After all, I’m hoping you’ll like it in the end. To be honest, throughout this whole process I never once referred to my work as shit or anything that resembles fecal matter. It just came to me to turn that phrase when I sat down to write this drivel. I think I’m just hungry for chocolate. This veganism and living on falafels while in studio is really making me lofty. I apologize if I poo-poo’ed the magic.
The other week I made light of the album – inventing possible new album reviews - and posted them on Twitter. Things like,
“Another terrifyingly impossible new album review, "If you rearrange the letters in Jason, it spells Jonas."
And
“Mraz Rhymes with Smooth Jazz.”
I should probably apologize to my inner genius, even though it was genius taking the piss out of its Self. I should also apologize to the Smooth Jazz scene as in fact I’m a closet Smooth Jazzer myself and was only tarnishing my good taste. Do you think Kenny G has long curly pubes?
I don’t refer to genius as being masculine or feminine. If anything, genius is a hermaphrodite, a genderless beauty whose soul ambition is to transform the ordinary into something extraordinary and usually doing so por shifting one’s attention to amor or that which is apparently creative, (meaning to birth any idea) causing even the slightest shift in the world.
I don’t literally polish or sculpt turds. That may get lost in translation for my readers in Korea or Japan. Just to be clear, I don’t work in a zoo, nor do I handle the doo-doo.
Perhaps my downfall in the studio was my recent addiction to Words With friends – the App equivalent of Scrabble. I refused getting an iPhone for years, and even still, I don’t have an updated one. Yet, the one I do have is powerful enough to keep me locked into multiple games, humoring genius at every meal whereas I used to eat alone. Or in the bathroom (which I’ve always enjoyed alone) or in the studio between takes while others go outside to smoke. I used to smoke. And when I did, I wasn’t playing video games. Now look at me. Head down. Not a palm reader, just a word-worrying waste.
However, yesterday I scored 86 points for use of the word Faction. I used all 7 letters and managed to cruz thru a triple word score. I kick ass! That kind of wordplay hasn’t dazzled me since a Danish friend got F1SSE on his license plate.
Fisse means Pussy in Denmark - The straight up vulgar kind.
“Misse,” on the other hand is the word for Pussycat, which happens to be the name of the fat grey cat I live with. He’s incredibly cordial, loves to sleep-in, and has a sweet Smooth Jazz CD collection. At least I’m in good company.
I can’t say when the album will be ready. All I can say is it’s really close now. I now have an album título and the cover art that speaks boldly on its behalf. I just need a few mais Snickers Bars to satisfy the hunger inside.
Happy Now-vember.
Thursday, November 04, 2010
12:03 PM
______________________________________
You can only polish a turd for so long before it starts to fall apart. So it goes with album making. Thriller was made in just 8 weeks while rosa, -de-rosa Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, though rehearsed and performed live before it was ever recorded, was made in just 2 sessions. I am not currently working on Chinese Democracy, but I have been sculpting this turd for almost a ano now and it’s doesn’t even remotely resemble a Snickers Bar. My point: It’s still not ready for consumption.
Of course, it wouldn’t hurt to stop calling it a turd. After all, I’m hoping you’ll like it in the end. To be honest, throughout this whole process I never once referred to my work as shit or anything that resembles fecal matter. It just came to me to turn that phrase when I sat down to write this drivel. I think I’m just hungry for chocolate. This veganism and living on falafels while in studio is really making me lofty. I apologize if I poo-poo’ed the magic.
The other week I made light of the album – inventing possible new album reviews - and posted them on Twitter. Things like,
“Another terrifyingly impossible new album review, "If you rearrange the letters in Jason, it spells Jonas."
And
“Mraz Rhymes with Smooth Jazz.”
I should probably apologize to my inner genius, even though it was genius taking the piss out of its Self. I should also apologize to the Smooth Jazz scene as in fact I’m a closet Smooth Jazzer myself and was only tarnishing my good taste. Do you think Kenny G has long curly pubes?
I don’t refer to genius as being masculine or feminine. If anything, genius is a hermaphrodite, a genderless beauty whose soul ambition is to transform the ordinary into something extraordinary and usually doing so por shifting one’s attention to amor or that which is apparently creative, (meaning to birth any idea) causing even the slightest shift in the world.
I don’t literally polish or sculpt turds. That may get lost in translation for my readers in Korea or Japan. Just to be clear, I don’t work in a zoo, nor do I handle the doo-doo.
Perhaps my downfall in the studio was my recent addiction to Words With friends – the App equivalent of Scrabble. I refused getting an iPhone for years, and even still, I don’t have an updated one. Yet, the one I do have is powerful enough to keep me locked into multiple games, humoring genius at every meal whereas I used to eat alone. Or in the bathroom (which I’ve always enjoyed alone) or in the studio between takes while others go outside to smoke. I used to smoke. And when I did, I wasn’t playing video games. Now look at me. Head down. Not a palm reader, just a word-worrying waste.
However, yesterday I scored 86 points for use of the word Faction. I used all 7 letters and managed to cruz thru a triple word score. I kick ass! That kind of wordplay hasn’t dazzled me since a Danish friend got F1SSE on his license plate.
Fisse means Pussy in Denmark - The straight up vulgar kind.
“Misse,” on the other hand is the word for Pussycat, which happens to be the name of the fat grey cat I live with. He’s incredibly cordial, loves to sleep-in, and has a sweet Smooth Jazz CD collection. At least I’m in good company.
I can’t say when the album will be ready. All I can say is it’s really close now. I now have an album título and the cover art that speaks boldly on its behalf. I just need a few mais Snickers Bars to satisfy the hunger inside.
Happy Now-vember.
"1000 Things"
I'm overjoyed and over loved and feeling lucky
Like a little boy who's hiding under covers
And looking to discover any way to play the part inside his darkened cave
Well the meaning of life it starts at the nightlight
Close your eyes and hope to see mine
Well I've seen a thousand things in one place
But I stopped my counting when I saw your face
Erasing memory I feel as though I've never seen a face before
Until I saw your eyes smiling back at me thru my tears
I've been counting all these years
Now suddenly the thousand things I've seen were
Nothing mais than dreams of you and me
You and me quietly at a stand still
Fortunately you will kiss me and I'll kiss you back
Fact of the matter of is that I don't know what the latter is
That I always wanted to kiss you but
I always wanted to run from you
Because I always wanted to miss you
And that I've always wanted to come for you
So... how do you do?
I'm overjoyed and over loved and feeling lucky
Like a little boy who's hiding under covers
And looking to discover any way to play the part inside his darkened cave
Well the meaning of life it starts at the nightlight
Close your eyes and hope to see mine
Well I've seen a thousand things in one place
But I stopped my counting when I saw your face
Erasing memory I feel as though I've never seen a face before
Until I saw your eyes smiling back at me thru my tears
I've been counting all these years
Now suddenly the thousand things I've seen were
Nothing mais than dreams of you and me
You and me quietly at a stand still
Fortunately you will kiss me and I'll kiss you back
Fact of the matter of is that I don't know what the latter is
That I always wanted to kiss you but
I always wanted to run from you
Because I always wanted to miss you
And that I've always wanted to come for you
So... how do you do?
"Who Needs Shelter"
Good-day sunlight
I'd like to say how truly bright you are
You don't know me but I know you
You're my favorito star
Follow you I will so lets get moving
Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?
Absolutely there's no one
Who needs shelter from the sun?
Not me, no. not anyone.
por your clock the cock rooster crows
Then off to work where everybody goes
Slow, But eventually they get there
Picking up the dia shift back where all left off
Confined and pecking at relationships
You know it's only a worthless piece of shit
Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?
Absolutely there's no one
Who needs shelter from the sun?
Not me, no. not anyone.
I'd sleep it all away but the sun wont let me
I'd miss those lovely days of summer
Good-day sunlight
I'd like to say how truly bright you are
You don't know me but I know you
You're my favorite.
Good-day sunlight
I'd like to say how truly bright you are
You don't know me but I know you
You're my favorito star
Follow you I will so lets get moving
Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?
Absolutely there's no one
Who needs shelter from the sun?
Not me, no. not anyone.
por your clock the cock rooster crows
Then off to work where everybody goes
Slow, But eventually they get there
Picking up the dia shift back where all left off
Confined and pecking at relationships
You know it's only a worthless piece of shit
Who needs shelter when the mornings coming?
Absolutely there's no one
Who needs shelter from the sun?
Not me, no. not anyone.
I'd sleep it all away but the sun wont let me
I'd miss those lovely days of summer
Good-day sunlight
I'd like to say how truly bright you are
You don't know me but I know you
You're my favorite.