happy birthday to me…
why do all my friends have jobs and i work at night? poo!
i am sitting at home, just got off a plane, ready to have a nice birthday lunch with somebody… and they’re all tied up until tonight, when i will be in the studio recording songs for my demo.
oh well. it’s actually nice to get a moment to myself… and i was welcomed home by some lovely cards and gifties in the letter box.
i am finally demoing in earnest, as my latest breaking news is… i think i’ve finished writing my album! (insert fanfare)
i had such a wonderful time with dean on the hoi tour. it was somehow relaxing, rejuvenating and filled with amusement, whilst being absolutely chockers schedule-wise. we used every moment for good and not evil. even our downtime, which we spent with a nice cold pints of beer at the brisbane hostel ‘bunk’, became time to finish off a couple of songs i had started. namely a tune called, my year of drinking (best written whilst….well, drinking). it had been knocking around in my head for a month and when i pulled it out and shared my idea with dean, we finished it off (along with a jug or two of beer) that afternoon and with the completion of that song came the completion of my long and searching song writing soujourn.
just thinking about the experience of writing that song and i came up with a direct parallel to the writing of sand with ben. in both cases, the song was born with ease, in a short amount of time and with tears of laughter as the lyrics dropped in and entertained our sick senses of humour on life and it’s amusing cruelty. they are also two of the saddest songs i will sing, bringing tears of the other variety to my eyes as i have performed them. how beautiful.
ang x
p.s. start my new quit campaign on monday
angie 1
cigarettes 2