Yesterday was my roommate's birthday. Tonight, we are going drinking for her birthday. As you do.
I am dressing as much like a hooker as possible. As my ex would say, I look "positively tarty."
...no, it's not about music or poetry. But it's still a very rockstar thing to do.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
omg 2 posts in a day--and this one with music!
As promised, here are some music clips I have recorded with The Collaborator:
This one is a cover of a now-defunct band called The Marvelous 3. They were a fairly big regional band around here when I and the Collaborator were in high school. We saw a fair few of their shows--it was always a blast! That song is called "Every Monday."
This one is an original called "You Meant More." The Collaborator: music, guitars, other instruments; Katrushka: lyrics, vocals.
I do follow up on my promises. Eventually.
This one is a cover of a now-defunct band called The Marvelous 3. They were a fairly big regional band around here when I and the Collaborator were in high school. We saw a fair few of their shows--it was always a blast! That song is called "Every Monday."
This one is an original called "You Meant More." The Collaborator: music, guitars, other instruments; Katrushka: lyrics, vocals.
I do follow up on my promises. Eventually.
Brittle bits.
Though I am a pretty happy person overall, I, of course, have my down periods. What I have always found interesting is the so-called "artist's temperament." Of course, I tend to believe that temperament is exaggerated in portrayals of artists, though I have known some serious nutbars who nevertheless produced excellent work. However, there does seem to be a touch of truth to the 'moodiness' of those in the creative fields. Or let me put it this way: the vast majority of my friends can be broken down either into hearts-on-their-sleeves or robot-folk, and their choices of careers and hobbies seem extremely stereotypically aligned with their emotional makeup. That's all. Anecdote is not data.
I said all that to say that I wrote some sad things because I was sad. One was written a few weeks ago, and another was written tonight, because I can't sleep. And both of them are fairly short.
I said all that to say that I wrote some sad things because I was sad. One was written a few weeks ago, and another was written tonight, because I can't sleep. And both of them are fairly short.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
I am so terrible at updating. My bad.
I'm going to try to do better here. My college semester started a couple of weeks ago, and while it's not going to be incredibly difficult, it will be pretty work-intensive. I don't know what possessed me to take 15 credit hours while working 40 hours a week, but there it is. I do want to get out of school before I turn 30.
In music-and-creative-junk-I-do news, I've started a project that I've entitled--drumroll, please--the Southern Music Project. ...I am going to do my best to come up with a better name if this takes off, I swear. Anyway, it consists of about 11 people now, mostly concentrated in my city, but with a few people in other cities around the South. We're a small collective of lyricists and/or musicians, most of whom have been in bands before but are currently not in a band, who desire to write and record music together...without having to be in a band. My whole reasoning behind this collective was...well, many reasons...
1. Musicians are flaky. I love my pure-musician friends, but I am a bit Type A regarding making it to practices/being on time, and so I need a project where I can control that mo' betta'.
2. I don't have time for a band right now, with a weekly practice, and weekend gigs, or weekday gigs, perish the thought. Most of my non-work, non-school free time is going to be given over to the boyfriend/friends or reading, or moving into/fixing up my new house...or, well, anything but being in a band with four other people who may or may not understand the concept of dependability and punctuality.
3. I want to be in almost total control, and I am. (Except my collaborative partner, The Collaborator. He is the other boss of this show. Fortunately, he listens to me. Mostly.) Yes, I realize this makes me a Musician Nazi. I don't care.
So hopefully soon--you will hear the Southern Music Project's version of "The Octogenarian Project." I very much like the word Project. It makes me sound so important!
'Til next time.
In music-and-creative-junk-I-do news, I've started a project that I've entitled--drumroll, please--the Southern Music Project. ...I am going to do my best to come up with a better name if this takes off, I swear. Anyway, it consists of about 11 people now, mostly concentrated in my city, but with a few people in other cities around the South. We're a small collective of lyricists and/or musicians, most of whom have been in bands before but are currently not in a band, who desire to write and record music together...without having to be in a band. My whole reasoning behind this collective was...well, many reasons...
1. Musicians are flaky. I love my pure-musician friends, but I am a bit Type A regarding making it to practices/being on time, and so I need a project where I can control that mo' betta'.
2. I don't have time for a band right now, with a weekly practice, and weekend gigs, or weekday gigs, perish the thought. Most of my non-work, non-school free time is going to be given over to the boyfriend/friends or reading, or moving into/fixing up my new house...or, well, anything but being in a band with four other people who may or may not understand the concept of dependability and punctuality.
3. I want to be in almost total control, and I am. (Except my collaborative partner, The Collaborator. He is the other boss of this show. Fortunately, he listens to me. Mostly.) Yes, I realize this makes me a Musician Nazi. I don't care.
So hopefully soon--you will hear the Southern Music Project's version of "The Octogenarian Project." I very much like the word Project. It makes me sound so important!
'Til next time.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I am vexed.
Well actually, I am not terribly vexed. More exhausted than anything else. Travel will do that every time.
I actually am writing, though I am writing more bits-and-pieces kind of stuff rather than actual full works. Except for Disclaimer Man. But I honestly think he gets most of my best work.
I know I need to post some of my music up here, so consider it done as of later this week.
AND MAKE SOME BLOODY COMMENTS.
I actually am writing, though I am writing more bits-and-pieces kind of stuff rather than actual full works. Except for Disclaimer Man. But I honestly think he gets most of my best work.
I know I need to post some of my music up here, so consider it done as of later this week.
AND MAKE SOME BLOODY COMMENTS.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
New blogs and old prose. (And a dab of romance.)
So I am updating again! Hooray! Right now I'm in the process of finishing the lyrics on a couple of songs. I'm also working a song parody project, and I'm trying to finish up a fan-fiction serial I've been writing since earlier this year. (Yes, I do write fan-fiction. At the risk of sounding like an even bigger nerd, it's World of Warcraft fan-fiction. Most of it belongs squarely in the humor section.)
Anyway, I've started to link to blogs and Twitter feeds that I read fairly often. Some of them are written by people I know, some are not.
Should I mention now that I have acquired a boyfriend? Perhaps so--this is a personal blog after all. He's amazing, and you can read his random thoughts about life and musings on chess at http://www.liquideggproduct.com/.
And now, I have an old story for you that I wrote a few years back. It was published in one journal or another. It's to tide you over until I have new writing for you. Or recordings. Something!
Anyway, I've started to link to blogs and Twitter feeds that I read fairly often. Some of them are written by people I know, some are not.
Should I mention now that I have acquired a boyfriend? Perhaps so--this is a personal blog after all. He's amazing, and you can read his random thoughts about life and musings on chess at http://www.liquideggproduct.com/.
And now, I have an old story for you that I wrote a few years back. It was published in one journal or another. It's to tide you over until I have new writing for you. Or recordings. Something!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Before I forget.
I do keep forgetting to post this, and I've had it written for weeks. Poetry school continues! Tonight, I bring to you the sestina, possibly the most irritating form ever. It is a thirty-nine line poem. The first 36 lines are grouped in six stanzas of six lines each, then a three-line "tercet," also called the "envoy." Envoys are usually addressed directly to the person or thing that the rest of the poem is about--but not always.
The sestina becomes more difficult in that you choose six words as "ending" words for each line. You have to use them in a set sequence, like so:
123456--first stanza
615243--second stanza
364125
532614
451362
246531
And for the last three-line stanza, it's 2/5, 4/3, 6/1. Though you can do other forms, that's the one I used. And to make it harder on myself, I chose to make rhyming pairs of words. Most sestinas don't rhyme. It's just far too difficult, because you want to try to choose words that have more than one meaning, so you don't sound like you're repeating yourself. The best sestinas don't sound like they are using the same words over and over.
The sestina becomes more difficult in that you choose six words as "ending" words for each line. You have to use them in a set sequence, like so:
123456--first stanza
615243--second stanza
364125
532614
451362
246531
And for the last three-line stanza, it's 2/5, 4/3, 6/1. Though you can do other forms, that's the one I used. And to make it harder on myself, I chose to make rhyming pairs of words. Most sestinas don't rhyme. It's just far too difficult, because you want to try to choose words that have more than one meaning, so you don't sound like you're repeating yourself. The best sestinas don't sound like they are using the same words over and over.
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