Late night last night, and trouble sleeping, but here it is nearly 9:30 AM and I don't feel like going back to bed, so let's see if we're seeing a pattern form. A pattern of one!
Well, I listened to the recordings I made earlier in the week, and I'm slightly encouraged by them. They're not bad at all, I'm just skittish about saying "Maybe I can use that." Yeah, well, maybe I can use my cat's litter-box for something, I'm just not sure I would want to or that it would be worth it.
I should note that I took another crack at the "Cats and Dogs" essay that I've been thinking about forever yesterday, and forgot to note it in yesterday's entry.
Tonight, dissatisfied with the recordings I've accumulated, I did some more. I am rapidly coming to realize that it's going to be more difficult to assemble the individual pieces than to simply play them live. The problem: I am a terrible musician. So more guitarings, more trying to beef up those guitarings.
The biggest problem with the song is that it has reached that stage as a "Project" that all projects inevitably come to: the realization that what I've been carrying around in my head is going to fight me all the way to completion. This usually occurs in the first third or so of the work, and it's the most frustrating aspect because nothing seems to be accumulating into being. It's at this stage that a number of project are banished to be "thought about" later, and some are simply abandoned. The urge to abandon is very powerful, and has to be fought while morale is at its lowest.
Oh, and twenty-five laps in the pool.
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