sugar magnolia

I have too much free time on my hands, and it's making me giddy. Okay for example, I didn't know that The Spence Voice was still being delivered to my house, so it was weird to come home to a stack of them. But also fun skimming through them. They're really intense about the Voice this year. [ Why am I still such a Spence girl?? ]

And the free time also results in daily posts on this blogger thing. And me boogeying (does anyone use that word these days?) to Charlie Parker and walking around this shithole town (Fort Lee, New Jersey) aimlessly, stumbling into stores and looking at tea sets (I am definitely equipping the kitchen next year with a little English tea set. Maybe Japanese.) while hanging up on Stan numerous times because of "multitasking" issues. Is there a thing as too much sleep? Because I think I might have crossed that line.

Also, I have stumbled upon Jason Mraz's journal on his website (don't make any comments) and he's actually an amusing blogger I must say.

Sometimes, I look into my little red journal (in which I have material for new songs, and just...crazy musings. Yes, I've changed from writing songs in the yellow legal pad--Mike let me steal this amazing red journal from him and I love it.) and realize that sometimes I am such a little queen of melodrama. Moody introspective writings everywhere, and when I look back on them when I'm high (let's say on 'life' for safe measures) and sitting in a sunlight filled room dancing to BIrd's out-of-this-universe scales and jumps, I have to laugh at myself a little bit. But then I feel bad about it because my moody introspective scribbles are all genuine and real aren't they? I can't laugh at what's real, although I see it as laughing at a slightly cliched version of myself...because let's face it, I really can be so cliched sometimes. Oh, whatever. Who knows.

Music dictates my mood, and I really truly mean that.

I don't think many people understand the underlying meaning of the cliches in my songs. Some parts of pieces are just dripping, DRIPPING, with sarcasm and irony but not many people get that. "Morning After" is not a very happy piece, and yet I performed it at the dance concert as something that was meant to be sentimental or something. Because I guess that's how McGowan interpreted it. Whatever I don't know where exactly I'm going with this. With anything.

"Gravity" is coming along, but in the meantime have been working on another piece, kind of an interim piece I suppose--basically, something that came to me when I was playing around on the piano this morning. So...am off to finish off a verse or two and...maybe workout (pfffft).

My iPod is SO OLD. It still works, but is going senile, slowly. How sad.