music is great.
i need 3 or 4 more songs to finish my album. which is proving the toughest. i can’t pinpoint exactly why, but i have many theories.
maybe it is the fact that i have had to get the business side of things rolling, which aways fucks with my creative flow. met with a couple of record companies which seems promising.
or maybe it is that i know what kinds of songs i would like to write to complete the picture storywise and feel-wise for the well rounded best outcome. that’s a stifler, when you are forcing the direction of your creativity.
maybe it is the practicalities of moving, travelling, financing, etc. or maybe it is just that i didn’t notice how long it took me to write the bulk of the album and now i’m just impatient and expecting too much of myself.
most probably, it’s all of the above.
i’ve been writing some poems, they might even turn into songs, if i’m lucky. the subject matter is strong, love, lost love, love again, more love, divine love, rules of love, laws of nature, and something about love. perhaps i’ll include one at the end of this little moment of tippy-tapping out some words of thought. that has been suffering too. i wrote my last blog over a month ago and am getting queries from my small readership as to what the fuck is going on in ange-land.
it comes and goes, the thread of inspiration, doesn’t it?
then you start looking too hard at it and before you know it, you’ve formed a road block for yourself.
well, i’m looking the other way for a god-given moment of peace and i’m throwing some ideas out there.
here’s one:
where have i been
walking ‘round with band-aids
and administering them
to every man i can
the world’s wide open
dive in so used to drowning
now i’m choking
on this drink
but you can understand
you even play in your own band
there’s a lot we have in common but i’m glad
we’re only holding hands
and when you say goodnight
and you kiss me on the cheek
i stop breathing
for one second i sink
you understand and you’ll be good
i’m a woman to your manhood
it’s an easy destination
your not taking
i know you understand
you even play in your own band
there’s a lot we have in common but i’m glad
we’re only holding hands
where have i been
walking ‘round with band-aids
and administering them
to every man i can
the world’s wide open
dive in so used to drowning
now i’m choking
on this drink
but you can understand
you even play in your own band
there’s a lot we have in common but i’m glad
we’re only holding hands
and when you say goodnight
and you kiss me on the cheek
i stop breathing
for one second i sink
you understand and you’ll be good
i’m a woman to your manhood
it’s an easy destination
your not taking
i know you understand
you even play in your own band
there’s a lot we have in common but i’m glad
we’re only holding hands
i’ve actually progressed romance/relationship-wise since that little penning, but i like the idea of it very much. it should be the anti-band cross pollenation anthem.
have i mentioned i vow never to date a musician ever again?
i think variety is the key to a healthy species. mixing it up creates movement. learning something new from an expert in another field is life-giving. mixing your drinks? creates a great fog and an even bigger hang-over. i am an expert on most of these things……. no really.
back to the subject of ice on the brain. i think i didn’t give myself enough credit on having actually been on a proper tour in the midst of all this. i’ve never been able to write on the road and then there’s that awful come down after a long, funfilled, hard working slog with a bunch of amiable, amorous, like-minded lovely peeps. it’s like pms. no, i’m not grumpy, i’m just crying because i’m happy. duh…… it takes a while to find your feet after sitting in a holden all the way up and down the east coast (well, we flew some of the way). you can liken it to summer camp, if you’re not in a band.
so, i am back in la la’s, sitting quietly in my one bedroom. one woman and her bed. seeing the winter in with a glass of red and a sigh.
i feel a new batch of songs hanging in the deco trim, just above ganesh, the remover of all obstacles. i might go and catch one……..
love to you all, ang x