:: Friday, September 17, 2004
BUILDING AN A-BOMB IN ME BACKYARD
sometimes you have a feeling about a song.. sometimes you know well in advance if it's gonna rattle windows and break bones / or if it's gonna suck a dead goat's knobbly bits.. and sometimes.. you got no idea WHERE it's going.. and at the last minute it bites you in the arse and dies a horrible farty death.. leaving a puddle of ooze on the floor so ghastly that you hafta burn the house down, salt the earth and relocate to a different zip-code..
the creative process is a damn dicey one.. full of funny little idiosyncracies that defy laws of logic or physics.. and really.. you don't bet on a sure thing too often.. coz, quite often.. there's this niggling feeling.. that little feeling of lost voluntary muscle control that can make your hairs stand on end at will.. that feeling.. "well, wot if this REALLY REALLY SUCKS.. dammit.. wot if they're larfin' at me.. YEAH.. they're LARFIN' AT ME!! THOSE BASTARDS!!" - and any of these little bastards could tip you over the edge of that screaming cliff.. and you think.. "FUCKIT.. THAT's IT, I GIVE UP!!"
but yeah.. I got an instinct here..
it's telling me.. I got something FREAKING HUGE here..
yeah.. I'm talking shit on a blog..
but, this COULD do some reaaaaal damage out there..
maybe just once.. I get one of these songs 100% right..
maybe the rest hence will fall like dominoes..
maybe.. just maybe.. I've cracked the code..
building an A-bomb in me backyard..
:: Spoz 5:22 AM |