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11 August 2001 It's three-thirty in the morning and I'm just leaving work. Day job has temporarily also become wee-hours-of-the-morning job; I came back to the office after the Blue Rock Shoot show. Oof, it's been a long day! I'm looking forward to the trip to Boston. Last time I visited Berklee, I finished two songs that had been stuck (Drought and Decade and One, if you're curious), so I'm crossing my fingers for the half-dozen-and-growing set of stubbornly unfinished tunes, which are creating quite a clutter on my mental work-desk. I told Jim something the other day that he thought was very cool, so I'll mention it here too: good lyric-writing is like staring straight at something and painting what you see in your peripheral vision. You can't think too hard about What I Want To Say In This Song, but then again you can't write about nothing in particular either. It's all about dancing delicately around the point, so that people can understand the meaning without really knowing what you're talking about. Then, too, what you wanted to say is not necessarily the only meaning that the song can have. That's the real beauty about good lyrics, in my opinion -- at least good lyrics of the particular brand I tend to write. Playing live shows is an educational experience for me. I still haven't quite gotten the hang of it, but I'm learning a lot as I go. Notes to self: must write down all the songs I want to play, because otherwise I forget. Forgot to play Momentum and Between this evening, and would have omitted My Medea as well if Eric hadn't piped up with a reminder. Also: bring back the intermission. It's always sort of awkward to declare an intermission to a small audience and then watch them shift uncertainly and continue to stare at me, but hey, if it give early-takers-off a chance to buy the CD... *grin* Also: no thinking about what to play next in the middle of the current song. Lyric lapse becomes highly probable. Heheh. Off to bed. Have a good weekend, everyone... - VT
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