A Songwriter’s Diary — Morning Papers IV

Is It Ever Enough To Sing One Song And Leave?

So, what gripping venture shall befall you right here, on this populating page? What is first purchasing into my mind is I could whip you around the Kuiper Belt till Kingdom has wrought you to an unventured planet far beyond your thoughts — I could do, but I won’t ya see. Something far more domesticated seems to be burdening me this morning! Oh, Yowza! Do I dare it — Oh, I’m daring it — she’s daring it so this morn!

Smart from the prints, I come back with tidings firm, of Musik! Ah, das ist the kluger thing to utter! My Deutsch may be off some, it has been some time — I do luv me some German Pastarties now, especially! — Nevermind…

But I wonder, what are the first questions that come to your mind when you think of the Soberqiuet of Songwriter? What are the first ruminations that demand some acknowledgment before they become some grizzled Toad amongst your soul? Are they Mad? Are they Dangerous? Are they Made? Are they Deranged? Perhaps — Perhaps, though in my case all Four, though I would refute that last claim as that is the last state before Murder — Oh bierce, you get them every time!; Tho’ unlike you, I am not running off to Mexico and disappearing so suddenly — Yeah — that would be Sweden in my Case!

But there are certain Artists for certain slots — I hate to sound like a gambler — in this life, whether that is of Importance or Potentancy. I believe, fairly, I may be a very potent one indeed, in the ballpark of that Bowie or Cohen; Someone to come by and by, and tidy everything up by bringing stories and tidings that haven’t been repeated a few thousand times by these drone artists — Oh, Doctor! Watch yer tongue! Sorry Mates — Well, if you will conform in such a dull manner, I cannot help but Yawn with a Sardonic undertone to it — Yawhan!

You’ve got another thing coming, Darling! But finally, I believe, I have fished down the form for the second track on this here Album, which is a total secret except for the inner circle — Ah, it has been some time since I have said that! — and also being previously unbeknownst to you, but now I make it your knowledge also! With all this mirth I have also been ruthlessly cutting down so many old, tired songs from the catalog!

Sometimes, I do feel these are pure tangential pieces of unadulterated self — and that the geometrical sense of the word denounces me perfectly, Oh well! Now, someday I will speak further of my songs, perhaps even some essays on Music and revolving theories that involve the third kind, but not right now! Oh, such a tease! — But, I will speak of another song I’m working on, let us call it American Song XIII — And, if I don’t sound so glum in my hubris, I think it is starting to turn out nicely.

A mixture of Gospel, with a bit of Bowie Narrative Magik alongside some cabaret-like Piano, Old Chum, and some compelling Bass, and I believe, you and I have got the perfect mixture for a decent backbone that doesn’t split into two, whenever you decide it is time for an afternoon nap.

Though, the decisions for the lyrics must be made when I am in a tough sentiment, and that doesn’t include me after eating something that contains Rocky Road! Ah, but that does mean a lot of lyrics are gonna be cut because I always overwrite and don’t totally use the words elsewhere — I do! So who knows what will be spawned from the leftovers?

But what do you think? Should it have a pure brass accompaniment — I say this if you had full knowledge of the song in question — Or have a mixture between Speedy Guitars and Hooking notions of Brass with a dazzling Organ throughout, for which, I have already decided to start the song, unless I change that, I am reet capricious me!

But I believe, I have derailed the start of your day enough, So let me close in the bud here, and prepare some other fought journey that isn’t as kooky as these here pieces.

Ta-ta Now! — Remember, Marshmallows are utterly pointless foods!

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