Lost in Curls.

What to write about? In here, and song-wise.
See, I’ve hit a point, where I can’t just write about what I’ve been writing about.
No more “girl girl pretty love love girl,” as the joke has been made.
(But I do swear, there’s more depth in it than that).

Anyways, what am I now supposed to write about?

Last night, I had a few dreams.  One of them was about some sort of highway murder, mutilated bodies, felled trees in the middle of the road.  Another was me walking around a house (that was mine, but wasn’t, you know how that goes), and I had shaved my beard, and was reading The Great American Novel by Philip Roth instead of the book I’m reading now, in protest of something I didn’t know.  Then I was trying to go to bed and a dog was poking it’s nose through a hole in my bookcase, because there was a gap between my room and the next door neighbors (?).

So do I write about that dream?  Do I write about meeting people on airplanes?

Or do I write about that one night over this winter break at home, when we went to a holiday party and were very lost on the way up, then got there, and I saw a friend I haven’t seen in a while (to my surprise)?

Probably the latter, for now.  But maybe all of the above?  Or what about the advice Bradford Cox said to impatient Animal Collective fans, to make their own music that sounds like what they hope Merriweather Post Pavilion will sound like?  It’s good advice, but it’s too late for me to do that, because I already have Guy’s Eyes on permanent repeat.  (Actually, it’s between that and Antony’s new song Aeon).

See, that’s my goal, sort of.  I want my sound to bridge the gap between The Crying Light and Merriweather Post Pavilion.  Because sound-wise, those are the best.  And the year hasn’t even started yet.

And before I go on that tangent, which is sure to be depressing, I’ll put up a song-sketch.

There are a few times when I get to mix music with the classes I’m in at school.  This is generally really great for me.  The first time I got to do this, it was for a project where I made a wall-diorama about Jesus & Elvis, because of that maybe-fake quote from Elvis that said “There’s only one King, and that’s Jesus.”  So, dressed as the Pig, I gave a little speech/demonstration, leading everyone through the story.

As I can’t really talk through that mask (great concert ideas crushed by latex), and because I don’t think The Pig’s voice is exactly my voice, I recorded a backing track to mime to.

I Dreamt of Two Kings (monologue)

And, as an added bonus, here’s the music behind that monologue.  It’s like a REMIX!

I Dreamt of Two Kings (soliloquy)

Also, soliloquy is the best word.