I have re-worked two parts of a song called Toytown that I started late last year. It had a sticky middle 8 that sounded awful; I approached it from a different perspective this afternoon, and think I've fixed it.
That means I've fixed two songs and started a new one today, which has got stuck and which I may be able to fix tomorrow.
I have a problem- I'm a three minute song writer. I remember in the Chefs struggling to write a song that lasted longer than a minute, so I suppose over all these years things have got a little bit better. Being concise has been the bane of my life. I remember my geography teacher at school being furious because I wrote an essay on a side and a half of school paper that had everything in it. I don't think the stain from the bottom of a coffee cup helped.
Speaking of which, in this cell-sized room, there's no bedside table. I've spilled the greater part of a cup of tea on the white duvet cover, tried to wash it clean in the tiny sink, and it's now draped on the radiator. The room is decorated by damp things, because I bought a nice tartan hoody in a posh charity shop and washed that in the sink with shampoo (detergent, innit) just before the tea incident, and that's currently dripping in the shower.
I've watched no TV for 24 hours and feel all the better for it. I wonder how long I can keep that up?
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