My friend has been here this evening, first she showed me her new song (why do I always like to tell things chronologically), it's not like what she has done before, I described it as a homage to her influences Bon Iver, Stephanie Finegan and others, but its still hers, I shamelessly compared it to the Juno soundtrack, it sounds nothing like Moldy Peaches at all, but it is in the way that it could be played forever on a loop, and would still be catchy- she admitted she could see it in a film, I don't think she's wrong.
We talked for sometime about positive things, our futures, ideas and dreams we hope to make reality (f1). I explained about an awfully embarrassing dream that had been haunting me since I woke up, it seems totally normal now, it even makes sense, I couldn't say it here though I'd get shut down.
So we did some more singing, created a tasty pasta bake accompanied by my mums (in my eyes) famous marrow chutney. So that happened and you know whats really terrible, why I'm distracted from writing this, I'm watching TV- I have a problem, In the space of three weeks I've turned into a image junkie, only the good stuff though.
For the past 3 and a bit hours me and my friend have been working on her new song and also something I wrote last week, it's always really exciting to be doing something new, and it feels even better to be doing something I've written as well. It's felt like I have had a bit of a block since the summer, but I've stopped trying to write masses and have started letting things trickle through when they feel like it.
I haven't done any of what I was meant to do this evening, but it
doesn't matter, I feel great like I've just got off a roller coaster -
excuse the cheese. It's another sweet memory to go in the bank.
Now, I'm exhausted, totally whacked, my rooms still a mess, my hair needs washing... time to go.
f1. Id describe our friendship as a bit of a balancing act, sometimes when were both balanced we can make the best of friends who are really on the same level about certain things, when were not balanced its easy for one or both of us to slip off the balance table and bump our bums, its like a marriage that needs rows to keep the fun alive, see 'Tidal'.
