friday morning. i think i'm gonna go out to breakfast. i hardly ever do that.. the Blue Moose Cafe, 50th and Fremont or thereabouts. they just opened. it's gonna be great. portland is famous for breakfast, you know. that's what i was told when i moved here, by a trustworthy friend.
he never mentioned 'A Home Is Not A Hotel' though.. ha! i'm a little loopy.
i wrote the lyrics and guitar parts to this a short while ago, thinking about the divorce of my two friends. that divorce stuff really tears me up.
i like that the vocal meloy and the guitar melody are the same, or at least they're trying to be.. and the whole second half is a mellow guitar and piano atmosphere in 7. it's also got a few electronic drum tracks, a live track (all the clatters and rolls and echoes) plus a mandolin near the end.
it's got a nice soundscape sort of feel, and i couldn't bring myself to screw with it anymore. i'd just mangle it somehow. i also finished two (!) other songs yesterday. three songs in the can. that's kinda cool.
breakfast, work, work-party, rehearsal, then a whiskey/scrabble evening.
Friday, December 09, 2005
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