musical accompaniment--tonight as i burn in the rare high heats of middle america, i'm writing along with music. i don't usually do that as i find it distracting, but i'm already distracted from sunburn and that special weariness from a day of sailboat racing, so i'm just listening to a weird mix from "boom boom" (hooker) to "suicide is painless" (lady & bird's version) to "your bright baby blues" (browne) to "paper bag" (apple).
yesterday i spent the day writing songs with my guitar--ephermal songs that i've mostly forgotten by now. occasionally i record them, but there is something about launching forth a moment of beauty and knowing that you are the only person who will ever hear it. i do that often with writing. for example, last night i spend time writing on butcher paper tapped to my living room walls. i made my way around the room writing, and some of it was good, but it seemed better suited to recycle bin than to any collection. (for those who've know me for a while, i find butcher paper is easier than writing on my walls so i don't have to get out the paint to erase it all.)
yesterday i spent the day writing songs with my guitar--ephermal songs that i've mostly forgotten by now. occasionally i record them, but there is something about launching forth a moment of beauty and knowing that you are the only person who will ever hear it. i do that often with writing. for example, last night i spend time writing on butcher paper tapped to my living room walls. i made my way around the room writing, and some of it was good, but it seemed better suited to recycle bin than to any collection. (for those who've know me for a while, i find butcher paper is easier than writing on my walls so i don't have to get out the paint to erase it all.)
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