Slumming.
Sure, it's the middle of summer, the doldrums, as it were, and more often than not my feet are dangling off the end of a plank in the courtyard as I sit, hose in hand, splashing water on the dandelions. Hey, weeds have to drink too, you know.
Not much getting done here in Big Green land. I think you've probably guessed as much. Personally, I think productivity is very overrated. All it means to me is more work for less compensation - how can THAT be a good thing?
Still in all, I did take the time yesterday to catalog all of the songs Matt and I (though mostly Matt) have written for our respective Ned Trek characters over the year or so since we finished Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick. I have to admit to being a bit surprised ... there were fully 25 songs on that list, including one or two asinine fragments. I had no freaking clue! (Of course, that's evident to anyone who has listened to more than one or two of these Ned Trek numbers.)
I've got to hand it to brother Matt. Who the hell ELSE am I going to hand it to? No, really ... the man is a songwriting machine. Back in the old days, say, 1980-95, he would crank songs out at an alarming rate sometimes. I reached the point in the 2000's when I thought, with all the other stuff he has going on - his various naturalist duties, for instance, as chronicled in his very excellent blog, Tales from the Wild, that he wouldn't find time to write songs. But what the hell - he writes them out on the trail, records them on his phone, patches them together. He's a ma-ma-machine, I tell you!
Me, my process is the same as it's ever been. I start singing in the shower, and when my wife comes in and hits me with a brick, I lapse into a dream state that produces, more often than not, useable song ideas. What I do from that point forward depends on how ambitious I'm feeling. Back to the doldrums ... often that means, I do nothing at all.
Still, it's a good alliance, Big Green, a creative collective that is surely not in it for the money (for there is none) or the fame (for there never was) or the glory (for there is no such thing). Just for the hell of it. Yay.
Still in all, I did take the time yesterday to catalog all of the songs Matt and I (though mostly Matt) have written for our respective Ned Trek characters over the year or so since we finished Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick. I have to admit to being a bit surprised ... there were fully 25 songs on that list, including one or two asinine fragments. I had no freaking clue! (Of course, that's evident to anyone who has listened to more than one or two of these Ned Trek numbers.)
I've got to hand it to brother Matt. Who the hell ELSE am I going to hand it to? No, really ... the man is a songwriting machine. Back in the old days, say, 1980-95, he would crank songs out at an alarming rate sometimes. I reached the point in the 2000's when I thought, with all the other stuff he has going on - his various naturalist duties, for instance, as chronicled in his very excellent blog, Tales from the Wild, that he wouldn't find time to write songs. But what the hell - he writes them out on the trail, records them on his phone, patches them together. He's a ma-ma-machine, I tell you!
Me, my process is the same as it's ever been. I start singing in the shower, and when my wife comes in and hits me with a brick, I lapse into a dream state that produces, more often than not, useable song ideas. What I do from that point forward depends on how ambitious I'm feeling. Back to the doldrums ... often that means, I do nothing at all.
Still, it's a good alliance, Big Green, a creative collective that is surely not in it for the money (for there is none) or the fame (for there never was) or the glory (for there is no such thing). Just for the hell of it. Yay.
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