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I guess that’s what I get for changing things up…

I wrote a new song tonight and I’m afraid I wish I could un-write it. I like the lyrics, but that’s where my liking ends. I’ve mentioned this before, but I normally start with the guitar part of a song, then figure out a melody, then figure out the lyrics. That’s just how I write music. Tonight, though, I had the brilliant idea of taking a picture in my head and turning it into a song. The result was a song that I like lyrically, but can’t stand melodically or rhythmically. I sound like Frank Sinatra. I don’t have a problem with Frank, but that’s not what I wanna’ sound like.

So, that’s what I did this evening. Well, that and I watched Orange County, which I kinda’ liked if not only for the fact that the lead character is an aspiring writer. That added the element of sympathy to my movie-watching experience and so it wasn’t too bad. I probably wouldn’t recommend the film to anyone, though. It was kinda’ slow and really short. Joe Black was pretty funny, as always, and there were some nice cameos–Chevy Chase, the mom from Home Alone, John WhateverHisNameIs (the dad from Harry and the Hendersons)–but that’s about it.

I’m going to do nothing now.