February 19th, 2006
I'm talking about this song here.
Martin and I used to write songs together years and years ago. I've talked about it at length elsewhere so if you are interested you can read about The Disgruntled or you can read about the The Flatlanders (Mark II) ... hell, you can even read about The Toe Pyjamas if you want.
But Martin wrote a lot more lyrics than I ever got around to writing music for. I always relied on him back then for the lyrics because I lacked confidence in my abilities to write. I spent a good chunk of my life uncertain about my abilities, thereby squandering them while absolute morons went cheerfully on their mediocre ways blowing hard and long about their own amateurish lives. I don't mean Martin; he was the intellectual elite embodied in a lyric-writing beer-swilling machine.
I do mean, however, other amateur people I know who haven't got the wits to realise that they are mediocre un-creative boobs who wouldn't know original thinking if they sat in it. They wouldn't be so bad if they could keep their blind unconsidered and inartistic shithole opinions to their fucking selves. I mean, if I had a sculptor friend, I would know better than to critique his sculptures ... especially since I don't know jack shit about sculpture. And I would further have the humility to admit it to myself and just like myself better for the honesty—not less for the lack of ability. Ahem.
But back to the real friends: Martin. I found some of his lyrics the other month. I read them through and realised that when he was 21 he was already pretty damned smart; he encapsulated at least one crappy relationship in words without ever having gone through such a relationship himself!
So I wrote some music for it. A nice slow thoughtful piece. Not boring, but certainly not an in-your-face speedmetal thrash punk song, either :-) The lyrics needed an extra verse, and I made some changes here and there as well, so the lyrics are by Martin and me now (in about that order); I asked him, he didn't seem to mind.
OK, so give it a listen, why don't you?
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