Sometimes after writing for years you just don’t have it one day. Today is my day. A mental fart, a flat tire on the left side of my brain, a closed gate in the pasture of intelligence. Who know why, no inspiration, no good or bad in my life, complacency, too comfortable? I make feelings come out in music and words. Today, I have none.
I wrapped up a tune about a month ago called lipstick on my microphone which is sure to be a top 1000 hit. After that, I just had a mental melt down. I even tried to write a blog today and cant. All I got was mumbled mess of syllables and sounds that wouldn’t even be considered a sentence if a chimpanzee said it. Most of our initial songs came from the life and times of growing up in the streets, eating cabbage to often, travels and especially meeting the peoples of the world and seeing that God made smart ones and very, very dumb ones. We’ve met most of those. Now I need more.
I think I will go out and see if anything can inspire me. Perhaps a rollercoaster that I loosened a wheel on, going through a drive through on my horse or cashing a royalty check and asking for it in nickels… dirty ones.
I shouldn’t feel so bad, lot of bands have one hit wonders and you never hear from them again. Kung Fu Fighting and Carl Douglass was gone. S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y and the Bay City Rollers and now making fries, and don’t forget the Bee-Gees who never wrote a good song but some moron still put out their crap.
I just need a feeling
I just need some time
To say what is not even in my mind
To make you hear words that aren’t there
For things that are missing.
Hmm, well I probably wouldn’t know a good tune if it bit me in the ass…..hey wait a minute! Put an umpah beat to that and I got something. I’m a genius, shear genius.
Well folks, don’t worry, I’m back, now if I could work on doing a good blog.
Pee, Cazek
