Congrats, man! I'm closing in on my first truly complete draft, too, although I have some major revisions coming up.
Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Congrats David! For me, getting that first draft, even a very rough one, is the hardest part.
Hooray, Hec! Good news indeed and I am sure the sanding will go well.
As long as it's not pretentious.
I can't guarantee that, Jon! Also? There are metaphors.
Metaphors? Why, of all the dirty, rotten tricks.
Metaphors? Why, of all the dirty, rotten tricks.
I know. It's fucking lame, but there you have it. It's riddled with them.
I blame Tom Waits who is one metaphorical motherfucker.
How pretentious can you be? Everyone knows good music writing is as flatly descriptive and blandly MOR as Dave Marsh's haircut.
It's riddled with them.
Riddled like holes in Blackburn, Lancashire?
Riddled like holes in Blackburn, Lancashire?
I had to count them all. It took forever.
At least they were rather small.