Don’t ask questions

Well my ears never stopped ringing with the sound of slamming doors
And there are too many nights that I slept on the floor
Cause there’s nothing like the mess inside my head
To fill my poor soul with dread
Whenever I see you

Well you’re that perfect blend of the Beatles and Jimi Hendrix
With a nice smile and wicked intentions
And I like you because you’re the only one who understands
So much of me is missing but you don’t ask questions.

Well I laughed at you the first time we met
Turned to my friend and said you don’t stand a chance
And maybe I laughed because I was scared
Did I know I’d finally met my match?

Well you’re that perfect blend of the Beatles and Jimi Hendrix
With a nice smile and wicked intentions
And I like you because you’re the only one who understands
So much of me is missing but you don’t ask questions.

Well there’s a storm inside my head
And my heart’s held together by guitar stings
Well if you could stop me dead
Maybe then there’s hope for me?

Well you’re that perfect blend of the Beatles and Jimi Hendrix
With a nice smile and wicked intentions
And I like you because you’re the only one who understands
So much of me is missing but you don’t ask questions.

Not today

So, I hit the ground writing this morning. I crawled into the metaphorical room with the mirror in it to look back at my life and as I was half way through what could have been a good song I thought “nah, I’m gonna stop now”. If I was meant to write it, it will annoy the shit out of me till I finish it, like another song has been. Sometimes they do that for years.

Anyway, enough about that. The other thing that I wanted to talk about today was some of my influences. I’ve stopped playing for a bit, which usually lasts about a week (which is fine) and now I want to take a look at what makes me tick as a musician. What made me fall in love in the first place? Was it his hair, was it his eyes? (Yes, I am referring to music as a boy, just stay with me here) In my case, it was everything. (In fact, I don’t fall for boys with a bad taste in music – chances are that if you don’t have bob marley in your cd collection, I’ll be outta there fast)

Anyway, the point is that it’s people like Nirvana, The Beatles, The Clash, Otis Redding, Sam Cooke, Joy Division and of course Bruce that keep my love of music alive. I never actually take a break from music, I just become a listener rather than a player – an observer rather than participant. Over the next little while I’ll attempt to find out why I love these guys and their music so much. Who knows, I might even learn something?

Excuses, excuses.

So, yesterday I didn’t get a chance to drum because I got invaded by family and the day before I was stopped on my way to the gym to go to the pub (even though I don’t drink). I should have said “no” but instead I said “yes” and before I knew it I wasn’t home till 10:30 and I didn’t want to start drumming at that time of night because it would piss off the neighbours. I did get a song written though, which makes four, which I guess is enough for an EP of sorts, which kind of has me excited. I should start on the music composition part today.

 

Daft Punk’s new album is great, I was going to wait till it came out on record, but you know, curiosity got the better of me and now I’m thinking I should get Pharrell’s older stuff to (he guests on Get Lucky)

 

Ohhhhhh, and I just found out that Joe Creighton played in the John Farnham band. I’ve decided I’m a fan of Farnsy just because of the players that he’s worked with. They’re all stupidly talented and lovely people too. Keep rockin’ Johnny….

 

And now it’s time for me to drum. Have a song. This one’ s brought to you by Bruce Springsteen (surprised? Me neither) Today’s song is The Ghost of Tom Joad http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-c6GphpAeY