Well there it is. My second Songfight entry is in under the title "Take a Pill". Why not check it out and vote?
Because I'm the only prune reading this.
Oh, I'm sure there are more out there!
What, more prunes?
Ummm...
(shouts loudly) Helloooooo...
...a deafening silence.
P.S. Dawg has good sense of music, much to Cat's chagrin. During a lull in hostilities Dawg turned her on to an English songsmith called Lois Turpin. Seriously good. I think she only told me to incite jealousy. Needless to say it worked. He has a voice that is reminiscent of Negro spirituals, though he is a white English man. Odd who God favours... Oh Lordy, can you gimme Hallelujah!
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Monday, April 26, 2004
Balls!
Balls! Two numbers on each ticket (I was really hoping for the big shamozz, all six, but would have been happy with five). However, as they say in certain quarters, "Sweet Fanny Adams". Why they say this when everyone knows what it means is a mystery, But you get the gist.
I haven't won anything in... Sweet Fanny Adams (lose 'Sweet', and substitute 'ages' for 'Fanny').
BALLS to your balls. Never again! Do you hear me! Never again!..
Until the next time ^ (';') ^
I haven't won anything in... Sweet Fanny Adams (lose 'Sweet', and substitute 'ages' for 'Fanny').
BALLS to your balls. Never again! Do you hear me! Never again!..
Until the next time ^ (';') ^
Lottery
Having just published the previous entry I spied two lottery tickets. One from yesterday, and another from last wednesday. It suddenly stuck me I could be sitting here with a bit of paper in front of me worth several million pounds... Or nothing at all.
Money troubles over? Or not?
It's a mildly exciting way to head for bed. A bit like Christmas eve... Has Santa got me the action doll with pump action virgina or did Santa stay too long in the bar with the elves? See what I mean? Millionaire? Not a millionaire?
Of course if I was a techno nerd I could check on the lottery site... Byeeeeee
Money troubles over? Or not?
It's a mildly exciting way to head for bed. A bit like Christmas eve... Has Santa got me the action doll with pump action virgina or did Santa stay too long in the bar with the elves? See what I mean? Millionaire? Not a millionaire?
Of course if I was a techno nerd I could check on the lottery site... Byeeeeee
Why oh why?
Oh why is it always so late at night when I get the urge to rabbit? Why can't I be normal and go to be at a normal time?
This of course begs the question 'what is normal?' This for me (brain the size of a pea) is far too much of a philosophical question to ask, especially at this time in the A.M.
On another more sanguine note, I have recorded most of my 'Take a Pill' entry for Songfight this week. I think it will end up being rather good (humility personified), though very off genre for me; and because of it quite exciting. Thanks to my super duper 10m phono lead I nabbed a couple of samples from 'Pulp Fiction'. Apologies, in advance to Mr Tarantino. If you want a wee challenge see if you can guess what the song will be about. Duuuh.
Cat said to say hi. She would have done it herself but is far too busy snoozing. Lazy damn thing.
This of course begs the question 'what is normal?' This for me (brain the size of a pea) is far too much of a philosophical question to ask, especially at this time in the A.M.
On another more sanguine note, I have recorded most of my 'Take a Pill' entry for Songfight this week. I think it will end up being rather good (humility personified), though very off genre for me; and because of it quite exciting. Thanks to my super duper 10m phono lead I nabbed a couple of samples from 'Pulp Fiction'. Apologies, in advance to Mr Tarantino. If you want a wee challenge see if you can guess what the song will be about. Duuuh.
Cat said to say hi. She would have done it herself but is far too busy snoozing. Lazy damn thing.
Sunday, April 25, 2004
Songwriter's dilemma
What do you do when what you do is not going where you want it to?
Do you stop or carry on if your muse has fled and the cat has gone?
Should one rest when a deadline looms and hope your muse will return quite soon?
Bollocks to it. I'm off to bed... Perchance to dream of faraway lands made available by the largesse of the Lottery... Please oh please your noble Camelotness, just a small jackpot would do. Or failing that, any wee sum you fancy to wing my way.
P.S. Cat doesn't understand lottery, except when I tell her snacks will become abundant.
Do you stop or carry on if your muse has fled and the cat has gone?
Should one rest when a deadline looms and hope your muse will return quite soon?
Bollocks to it. I'm off to bed... Perchance to dream of faraway lands made available by the largesse of the Lottery... Please oh please your noble Camelotness, just a small jackpot would do. Or failing that, any wee sum you fancy to wing my way.
P.S. Cat doesn't understand lottery, except when I tell her snacks will become abundant.
Saturday, April 24, 2004
Today I'll 'Take a pill'
Yaroo! Songfight two. It's got to be in by 9.59am pst on the 27th. This gives me longer as I'm gmt. Is this cheating I ask? But no, how can it be? Alas with Concorde having shuffled off it's mortal coil, there's no way to make good use of time differences except on the net.
The title for this week are: Red 'Take a Pill', Blue 'Fight the Sea' and Green 'A very unlikely occurence.' I was thinking you could have a lyric that goes:
'I'm gonna take a pill to fight
the sea sickness that I feel,
but It's a very unlikely occurrence
That it will work'.
But where would I put it? Could I in fairness submit it to all three?
So assuming a German accent: "Zis veek ve shall be doinge 'Take a pill'." I've written it. Today I'll record it, and tomorrow I vill rule zee verld!
Too much John Cleese, or perhaps not enough. Watched 'The Holy Grail again last night. Cat didn't understand a lot of the humour, but was entranced with the wooden rabbit. So entranced that she had to go and catch one for herself.
Imagine the dead of night, the quiet browsing of the web, the clicking of the mouse. And then LOUDLY, from just under your seat you hear 'SCRuuuuNch!' Leaping up, (as you do when terrified at three in the a.m.) Cat is staring nonchalantly back, whilst devouring the hindquarters of butchered baby bunny.
Cat does this a lot. She says it helps the farmers with the Rabbit problem. I say 'Balls! It upsets my Muse (which it does). I then proceed to remove said bunny, Cat looks peeved, then sulks.
The title for this week are: Red 'Take a Pill', Blue 'Fight the Sea' and Green 'A very unlikely occurence.' I was thinking you could have a lyric that goes:
'I'm gonna take a pill to fight
the sea sickness that I feel,
but It's a very unlikely occurrence
That it will work'.
But where would I put it? Could I in fairness submit it to all three?
So assuming a German accent: "Zis veek ve shall be doinge 'Take a pill'." I've written it. Today I'll record it, and tomorrow I vill rule zee verld!
Too much John Cleese, or perhaps not enough. Watched 'The Holy Grail again last night. Cat didn't understand a lot of the humour, but was entranced with the wooden rabbit. So entranced that she had to go and catch one for herself.
Imagine the dead of night, the quiet browsing of the web, the clicking of the mouse. And then LOUDLY, from just under your seat you hear 'SCRuuuuNch!' Leaping up, (as you do when terrified at three in the a.m.) Cat is staring nonchalantly back, whilst devouring the hindquarters of butchered baby bunny.
Cat does this a lot. She says it helps the farmers with the Rabbit problem. I say 'Balls! It upsets my Muse (which it does). I then proceed to remove said bunny, Cat looks peeved, then sulks.
Friday, April 23, 2004
A litter bit of that
Off to obtain litter for cat.
It truly pisses me off that I have to pay for them to crap.
They go outside. They have a garden, lots of glorious fields nearby. But no. They troll about all day, doing what they damn well please, and then they come back to use the litter tray... WHY?
Grizzle bloody grizzle.
"well if you don't want to look after the cat, you shouldn't have the cat"
Yes. Alright already. But why do they have to crap indoors?
It truly pisses me off that I have to pay for them to crap.
They go outside. They have a garden, lots of glorious fields nearby. But no. They troll about all day, doing what they damn well please, and then they come back to use the litter tray... WHY?
Grizzle bloody grizzle.
"well if you don't want to look after the cat, you shouldn't have the cat"
Yes. Alright already. But why do they have to crap indoors?
Meow'dle purr-avists' rule?
She's at it again. Huffing. She found out (though I tried really hard to hide it) I had been giving IT lessons to Dawg.
Not keen on Dawg at all. Though her time from Dawg zero to tree top is improving rapidly. Might be the weather, though I think on reflection it's more likely the slathering drool snapping jaws that do it.
Not keen on Dawg at all. Though her time from Dawg zero to tree top is improving rapidly. Might be the weather, though I think on reflection it's more likely the slathering drool snapping jaws that do it.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Cat is miffed (again)
Cat is terribly miffed. Sitting by the mixing desk she yowls at me. I however have the perfect solution to this problem. Headphones. Good things headphones, they keep out all sorts of unwanted noise!
So she sulks off in a huff (cats do huff, although noted journals claim otherwise).
Cat would like me to add here that she thinks I spend far too much time 'Up Myself'. This is her way of saying she doen't approve of computers, mixing desks, and a lot of the time me.
So she sulks off in a huff (cats do huff, although noted journals claim otherwise).
Cat would like me to add here that she thinks I spend far too much time 'Up Myself'. This is her way of saying she doen't approve of computers, mixing desks, and a lot of the time me.
First blog. Oooh I'm proud
Well hey. I'm blogging at last.
I've heard so much about this, created blogs for others (under the disguise of a day job), and now I'm finally doing it. Well when I say I'm, I really mean we're, because cat has driven me to do this. She seems interested in everything bloggish, and will be co-writing this.
So an introduction is in order. Dear blog, I'm Kamakura, a songwriter and have just had my first SONGFIGHT. The title was 'The Puppet's Dream'.
This is a really neat & cool (for the valley crowd) site for songwriters and new music aficionado's. They post three songtitles each week. You pick one and write, record, mix and upload it within the week. Then the battle begins. Big fun. You vote, you critique, you slang, you bicker. It beats the hell out of vegging out to the tube. A bit like Eastenders without the script. Or so cat tells me.
Anyway. I'm off to procure snacks for cat, before she starts up... Again.
I've heard so much about this, created blogs for others (under the disguise of a day job), and now I'm finally doing it. Well when I say I'm, I really mean we're, because cat has driven me to do this. She seems interested in everything bloggish, and will be co-writing this.
So an introduction is in order. Dear blog, I'm Kamakura, a songwriter and have just had my first SONGFIGHT. The title was 'The Puppet's Dream'.
This is a really neat & cool (for the valley crowd) site for songwriters and new music aficionado's. They post three songtitles each week. You pick one and write, record, mix and upload it within the week. Then the battle begins. Big fun. You vote, you critique, you slang, you bicker. It beats the hell out of vegging out to the tube. A bit like Eastenders without the script. Or so cat tells me.
Anyway. I'm off to procure snacks for cat, before she starts up... Again.
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