SEYTON The queen, my lord, is dead.
MACBETH She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Hello everyone,
Justin is at the pick-up rehearsal for Mary Poppins at MAC here in town (he's running the sound board) and I just started sketching song ideas for an EP about... disturbed children... and then got distracted, as I always do, and decided to write this blog entry. That has been my day in a nutshell: productive, but scattered. It was a day off of work for me, which was very nice. I went to the library (I always walk out with more books than I can hardly carry!) and cleaned the house some, and I have a lovely bean-tomato soup (I made up my own recipe) on the stove. I also went to the second open house of "my" gym (ha!), 9 Round, which officially opens Oct 12th. Never fear, I shan't become another Insta #fitnessfreak. However, I am looking forward to punching things on a regular basis! #kickboxingbabe Okay, okay, enough with the hashtags...
Speaking of the library, lately I've been reading (okay, collecting and then procrastinating actually reading) books about songwriting. You'd think I would know how, by now -- to write a song, that is. But my problem has always been too many new ideas, and not enough finished songs. I get an idea, write a few lines, maybe play with a chord progression... and then the well dries up! I need to learn how to push through and complete a first rough draft, if not a perfect, polished song -- but no, I let myself fiddle away and bounce around to other things... like writing a blog post...
Speaking of books about music, these are two I recently bought for myself -- and I'm greatly looking forward to reading them. As I am writing songs about the whimsical and the macabre (hat tip to my collaborator for a project in the pipeline, Stacy Fahrion of Whimsically Macabre music), I thought it would be interesting to learn about the mysticism of music itself.
I like to listen to murder shows on Netflix *while* I write. Lately I've been on my second binge watch of Midsomer Murders, but tonight I've switched over to Sherlock (lost count of how many times I've watched through!) for a change.
Time to get back to the piano before it's time for supper.
Spoilers: working titles include "Dear Diary (Mother's Gone)" "Under Snow" and "Star Dust" (or maybe "Stars and Dust")
Talk to you again soon!