Sometimes, I get into bad habits. I procrastinate. I hide out in my room. Or I just fall into a night of zoning out in front of the TV. I should get to bed soon turns into I should get to bed now turns into I should really get to be now turns into I really, really, should get to bed now. Despite these thoughts, I continue to lie on the couch, limbs exhausted, brain like jelly.
And then, suddenly, I'll decide to do something creative. That will give the night purpose and worth. I'll write a story. So I launch WordPerfect, and start typing. But before I've finished a page, I'm too tired to continue. And by that point, I finally crawl off to bed.
There are variations. Sometimes it's computer games that I stay up playing.
In any case, I always find myself wondering, Why am I doing this to myself? I'm not particularly having fun, and I sure won't tomorrow, when I'm half dead with exhaustion! So I wrote about that. In "Stuck in a Rut", I took a similar approach to procrastination.
I still don't know why I do it, but, at least, I can sing a good song about it.
This song is roughly contemporary with Wish I Were an Asshole, and I often think it's the better song. It's in E minor, or G major (whatever you prefer), but A7 and F major both figure in it.
Lyrically, "Slouch on soggy bones" is still one of my favourite lines from any of my songs. And I like the way it plays with the meter.
The "riff", if you can call it that, of the song, playing the strings one at a time, was also pretty new territory. Ironically, for the recording, I decided to simplify it, to avoid fighting with Mike Lerner's piano part.
I've always thought it would sound good with cello back-up. I did jam it out with Anise at Oasis and Myke recorded that. But making a studio recording starting with the Cello would be a lot of fun.
The other approach I've taken, with Albert Anyone, is to have the song gradually pick up speed, until it goes metal at the end.
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