Wherein it all beginneth

Ok, so I realized I already have like two blogs - one at myspace, one at ourmedia.org - and obviously I can't even be bothered to update those. Still, I write plenty of stuff on other people's blogs and certainly it gets old waiting for other folkses to post replies to your comments etc. I am still holding out for a guest author gig somewhere; teamred put up with me until that site's alleged demise. I have considered applying for a writing position at cokemachine glow, but they're probably going to tell me to get lost. Rejection, it's part of life, and they reject plenty of folks. The point is, I got nowhere to write and it was high time I staked a claim to some new turf.

So the title of yon blog, plus the url and whatever else I care to glean, is a reference to my scattershot songwriting efforts. Those who were in the curators with me will recall that I am prolific when I'm in the right frame of mind, but that I really don't know what I'm doing. One of my most recent efforts, about being on an island, is written, in draft form, on the back of a receipt for some stamps. The tablature for part of the melody is on the envelope from one of my birthday cards. The envelope seemed such a handy carrying device that I slipped that receipt right on in. I wrote "lyrics inside" to remind myself what I'd done. Tonight, I went back to the lyrics in search of a good title or phrase, and "lyrics inside" it is. That being said, this is not about lyrics only. I may enter some one-sentence posts here and there instead of writing my fascinating new lyrical ideas on some scrap of paper somewhere. Oh, and "find a captain and trust him" is an excerpt from the chorus, of course; I added "or her" because it seemed like the right thing to do. Maybe that can go in the song too.

Anyway, I began reading a book today, after getting my library card. I originally planned to go to Trader Joe's but decided against it. Then I planned to walk up to the 59th street station from 5th Avenue, but there was this branch library there inviting me in. My life goes like that; seriously - I had no plan to get a library card today and that's exactly what I did. It's somewhat daoist of me, I think. So I needed proof of my home address, and that was basically it. How many people normally carry around a piece of mail with their address on it? Well, I was lucky to have one on hand. Sweet. I found two books right away - an Ibsen collection with several plays I had never read, and a collection of new Scottish writing. I was feeling super psyched about my literary taste, but had a hard time finding another book to round things out. I ended up returning to the same area in search of some literariness, and picked up Ben Yagoda's The Sound on the Page. Yup, I'm reading a book about "style and voice in writing." I believe I like to shift my style and voice - if you read my journals you would know what I'm talking about - but I do like to ramble and then break out an "anyway." You better believe it.