I’m afraid to go on facebook
Well, on Friday some crazy shit happened. And, yeah, now its Wednesday and all, and I’m in school and all, and it’s gonna suck, but whatever. Anyway, it happened last Friday, which is, well, the anniversary of that one time when I slept over Sadie’s, when I wore my black longsleeve shirt and bluejeans. The day in December when, in music class I helped unload oranges from the truck and got it all dirty. And I took and orange and kept it for English class. Where I think I presented my book. Anyway, later that night, I was still wearin that dirty black shirt, and I went to the golf course with my boys where the sky was pink. And even later, I went to my girlfriend’s sister’s house, and spent the night with my baby, and we just had plain old great time. But this isn’t really about that, that was more to just set a context. *sharpen pencil* But anyway, last Friday, well that was something really special.
Top notch shit right here. Me on vocals and guitar. My man Beans on the drums. Things to improve on: 1. rhythm 2. making the recording thing not peak constantly 3. correct lyrics 4. pretty good otherwise
“And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave…on your grave…on your grave!”
Johnny ripped into the solo in time, let “grave” carry itself over the first few notes and then slowly fade away. The solo he played mostly true to Mick Taylor’s 1971 version, except for certain adjustments he had to make to simulate string bending on his classical guitar, and his use of the open D, A, and G strings to hold down the bass line. He finished out strong, his one voice struggling to simulate two for the chorus, and then bashed that last D chord with such a force that he risked snapping his strings. He had no spare sets, but sometimes when you play it safe and make sure you don’t pop a string, you lose far more than the $2.39 for a replacement.
Right. So this is my song that I made the other night. It’s pretty raw, which is a way of saying that it is shit, but years from now after it makes me famous I will put this version on an album titled, “B-sides and demos.” You all have the pleasure of hearing it before it is even famous.
Well, there’s just no way in hell that I’d get everything down that I was just thinking so I’ll stick with the happy stuff. Well, I was feeling down for the past couple of days. Because of a few things, of course. Sadie, duh, that one doesn’t really go away, also, school pretty much starts tomorrow. I ate all of this bad candy due to the munchies (in general smoking gets me pretty damn depressed and angry). But yeah, et cetera et cetera. Then, I finished what I was gonna do for homework, and I kind of felt myself lightening. I got in the shower, and started taking it, “Sexy Sadie” playing in my head, damn, I had the purest, most beautiful, absolute happiest fantasy anyone has ever had on the whole fucking planet.