Futile Horn

07.09.2003 - 6:02 am (hear me complain)

So I've been working on a new song. I've been fiddling with all these words for a while, and then a day or two ago I put together about four verses I liked. Then I decided the melody wouldn't tolerate more than three verses, and that if I gave it some kind of bridge. I was totally distraught about having to drop one of them until I realized that two verses while meaningful to me were actually pretty bland, and the other two wouldn't mind a fine tune either. So basically I've a load of crap on my hands. Which is quite depressing to me, but I guess it's a sign of character to get kicked in the face, get up and start again. Of course, at this point I'd be willing to trade a little character for a good song.

I've been reading Greek and Latin, but it hasn't been thrilling me. Book two of Horace's poems has been much moralizing and little charm so far, and I'm still doing grammar review for Greek. It's also really hot and I don't really talk to anyone except on the weekends, which is kind of getting me down.

I'm not sure if I can't or just don't want to sleep. But there isn't much else I want to do. Actually, I've that novel I'm been reading for about three months now. Maybe I can try to finish that.

When your new song sucks, its sucks to have your new diary entry suck too, but what can be done? Slumps happen! Jesus.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn