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talktoolooseSo, I'm getting focussed around my new career as a cabaret singer! At least, I'm fantasizing in straight lines and talking through my plans with friends which is making those plans more coherent.
I started the weekend with three unfinished songs all demanding attention. On Saturday, I sat down and nailed the chord changes to one of them as well as fleshing out the rough lyric notes. Sunday afternoon, it all came together and the song is finished. It's called "Space Age" and starts with the true story of 6-year old me sitting in the dark on my dad's lap watching Neil Armstrong step onto the moon. The song then chronicles the arrogance justified by the American conquest of space and ends with my favourite dystopic image: millions of cars in gridlock pouring into the a despairing city morning.
Pretty depressing stuff. So why am I smiling so broadly?
I started the weekend with three unfinished songs all demanding attention. On Saturday, I sat down and nailed the chord changes to one of them as well as fleshing out the rough lyric notes. Sunday afternoon, it all came together and the song is finished. It's called "Space Age" and starts with the true story of 6-year old me sitting in the dark on my dad's lap watching Neil Armstrong step onto the moon. The song then chronicles the arrogance justified by the American conquest of space and ends with my favourite dystopic image: millions of cars in gridlock pouring into the a despairing city morning.
Pretty depressing stuff. So why am I smiling so broadly?
