Sunday 9 June 2019

Sunday, June 9th 2019

It's a strange feeling to always feel like the epitaph on my tombstone should be
'He could've said more and said it better'

It's a strange feeling to know that you are unable to really express everything you have within you, and to do it in way that would be as well presented as I feel it should be.


Saturday 8 June 2019

Saturday, 8th June 2019

I had deja vu the other week, it happens less nowadays (I’ve always blamed tobacco for some reason), and when I did I came up with a melody to a song. it was actually just after I messaged a girl on tinder having the realization that I’d probably spoken a bit too much, nothing embarrassing but just didn’t play the game as you’re meant to do

I came up with a melody and chords, then when I hung out with a friend a few days later our conversation set me up in the right frame of mind to come up with some lyrics as I walked to the bus stop

“Camel lights bought in two thousand
And seven nights spent in New York
I’m 25
Inside squares
United States affairs”

Then I got home and continued writing, at first I thought I’d continue along the lines of the 2007 adventure in America but then it carried on through to 2009 and I decided to call it An American Tale as I’m always making bad dad jokes and I thought it’s kinda funny to name it after a cartoon I saw when I was 8 years old

These were the lyrics and the song is underneath

It’s the first song I’ve written in a long while where I felt all the pieces fit and it all came quite naturally, usually I have to force it a bit, but this one was fun - break-king up the -words - and they fit with the mood of that I was trying to convey, one of nostalgia and a bit of sadness but also joy and nonchalance.
It’s a hard balance if you know

I’m going to re-record the song as I know I can get a better take than I did drunk at 2am, and I want to add some layers, but here it is