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shermaramaMaybe I'm just in a terrible mood tonight, or maybe it's just the flat patch once I've stopped drumming and the sugar's worn off. But then I felt a bit underwhelmed beforehand. I hate it when I feel like I can see the end of something. Even if it's clear that it's only a possible route to an end, it doesn't have to be taken, that there are lots of ways of avoiding it and a whole lot of arc left to travel yet, I still don't like the feeling of seeing the way through to the end.
Who'd have thought it would be the Bad Fucks? We sort of wrote a song tonight. We couldn't quite agree how the details went, and this is probably not least because recently I've been focussing on adding more complicated bits when this is really not what the BFs are about. But when it's done it will be quite a neat little thing, with a sung intro, and an instrumental intro, and a verse, and we're not sure if something you sing only once can be a chorus but if it can then there's a chorus at the end, and the whole thing will be ten seconds long and hang in the air for another ten aftewards whilst we all look shifty at having pulled off a dead-stop on the end of that much energy. It's so self-contained I don't know what we can do but be afraid of it, because if this is all we need to do these days, ach.
Conversation on the way home didn't help much either. I like to think of myself as difficult to offend, but someone managed it tonight by just not having a fucking clue what someone else's world is like, and not being prepared to think about it. I got quite distressed when I realised I was thinking up defences for something that shouldn't need it, and even more on considering that the closed mind was one I thought I had a handle on. Not angry, feeling too small and flat to be angry, just disappointed and a bit confused.
Who'd have thought it would be the Bad Fucks? We sort of wrote a song tonight. We couldn't quite agree how the details went, and this is probably not least because recently I've been focussing on adding more complicated bits when this is really not what the BFs are about. But when it's done it will be quite a neat little thing, with a sung intro, and an instrumental intro, and a verse, and we're not sure if something you sing only once can be a chorus but if it can then there's a chorus at the end, and the whole thing will be ten seconds long and hang in the air for another ten aftewards whilst we all look shifty at having pulled off a dead-stop on the end of that much energy. It's so self-contained I don't know what we can do but be afraid of it, because if this is all we need to do these days, ach.
Conversation on the way home didn't help much either. I like to think of myself as difficult to offend, but someone managed it tonight by just not having a fucking clue what someone else's world is like, and not being prepared to think about it. I got quite distressed when I realised I was thinking up defences for something that shouldn't need it, and even more on considering that the closed mind was one I thought I had a handle on. Not angry, feeling too small and flat to be angry, just disappointed and a bit confused.