It’s almost 1 AM and I’m not sure why I’m still so awake. I do have work tomorrow…at 11. I still need to be up at a respectable time. But damn, I am up and alert.
I know it’s been a little bit since I’ve hit up the ol’ blog. Not sure where we left off…but I bought a Gibson Les Paul, work has been busy but great, and I’ve fallen off my yoga game. Haven’t been in a bit and really need to make the time to go back and getting into a routine again. Might go Saturday morning. Balancing yoga with work has been tough lately.
The Gibson plays great, though I still swear up and down this thing needs a neck adjustment. I’m starting to hear a little buzz on the 1st and 2nd strings at the 1st fret. Like I’ll pay the damn $65 for the setup, I’d just like my strings not to buzz, thanks.
I wrote a new song tonight. It’s one of those songs that as I was writing it, I wasn’t sure what the hell I was writing about but I kept going with it ’til I finished. It’s kind of like sculpting in that way; Like, I don’t know what shape I’m going to end up with, but I’m following the marble, you know? It’s part improvisational, part intuition(al?). But yeah I wrote this song about sex and money. And then after sitting with it for awhile, I realized another way to read it is that it could definitely be about heroin. Which kind of makes sense if my subconscious was at the wheel writing this thing; This past weekend I finished up a podcast called Crimetown, and Season 2 talks about the history of Detroit corruption and drugs (namely heroin) is a big part of that story. It’s kind of been in my mind, rattling around. Here are the lyrics:
[Verse 1]Rocking horse and Canadian moneyGonna make it out of this one fineRocking horse and my sexualityBaby, baby won’t you help me cross that line?[Verse 2]Fill the bag to the brim – don’t question meCash and carry and I don’t wanna know whyYour driver’s seat with the window openNow ask me what it’s like to feel alive.[Chorus]I live on the edgeI’m dangerousAnd I’ll never forgetThe way you touchme in bedand give me head.Expensive memories.Shallow regret.[Verse 3]Silver stallion in lucrative industryI feel the groove of the saddle against my thighs“Rebel Rebel”, but you ain’t foolin’ me.Making it look so easy, you don’t even try.[Verse 4]And you’re a sweet ideal. Automatic love affair.Expert level all the timeBack and forth in arbitrary movement.But he’s not a poet, he is just some guy.[Chorus]I live on the edgeI’m dangerousAnd I’ll never forgetThe way you touchme in bedand give me head.Expensive memories.Shallow regret.[Outro]Rocking horse and Canadian moneyGonna make it out of this one fine
But anyway, you don’t have to take my word for it – As a songwriter all the songs I write will usually have purpose and meaning particular to me, but that doesn’t mean it can’t have more than one meaning, or a different meaning to someone else. It’s all kind of fluid in that way, IMO.
So the last time I was at yoga was actually two weeks ago I think. It was this self-love workshop which incorporated crystals and reiki and a light warm vinyasa flow. And I had this really awesome transcendental experience I’d like to write about. But I don’t know if I have it in me tonight to do it. Perhaps another time.
Going to see if I can fall into a good night’s sleep. I’m starting to yawn, so maybe I’ll just roll with that too. See where it takes me. More soon.
-RKB
