I just read that the Amazon publishing contest that I entered last year (that temporarily crushed my spirit last year) is back! Yea! I have until beginning of February to get my shypt together. Also, this year, they added a new rule - a word minimum of 50,000. Which means my entry submitted last year was probably just considered too short (I made it short on purpose, very short attention span feel) and (possibly) not just considered not good!! That feels good.
Anyway, yeah, open mike Tuesday and I wrote more words down. I think when someone performs their own songs (rather than cover Cake or Amy Winehouse, snores) and actually has some intelligent lines in the lyrics, it makes little flurries of sentences shake in my pretty snowglobe head. I also figured out that, in the future, I need to sit towards the back (and not on the front sofa, under a bright lamp, right in front of the stage) because, as much as I admire everyone for getting up there (backpeddling before the kill), I can't keep a straight face if someone is awful. Or has technical issues. Repeated technical issues.
Tuesday's performances inspired this...
"losing your rock and roll"
Playing hard to get from across the room, our view blocked by unintentional 'fros and old men spouting ten cent words, blocked by tables littered with left over dollar bills.
Waiting for Jesus to walk in, as he'll come through sooner than you.
Feedback scratches my ears, while I find solace in my protected sofa.
(you pronounced 'solace' wrong)
They smashed your headlights in a fit of jealous rage.
They bought a keyboard.They bought a new guitar.I
loved you when it didn't matter.
You always left my throat dry.
No comments:
Post a Comment