Wherein Michael Jackson Eats a Banjo, I Accidentally Swallow a Spoon, and a Raccoon Sneaks into the Post
I'm sitting here in my office, writing like a fiend with Thriller, Billie Jean, Chromeo, Hylozoists and some random Bjork songs on repeat. It's hot outside, but cool inside. I had a chimichanga for lunch, I have a full tank of gas, I'm writing better than I have in my life, and I got my Girl back. There's a cool fire in my veins, and it's giving me goosebumps.
You ever feel like that? I'm bursting with ideas today. Feels like my entire electrical field has been jacked up a notch, and I'm vibrating just a little. Juiced.
I've got a story about shadows on tap. I'm cranking through a revised outline for my book. I had an idea at lunch for a new story using a world/setting I came up with a few years ago. I think I sat there for about 5 minutes with my fork halfway to my mouth, while my brain raced down new tracks and curves in my imagination. It's times like this that creativity feels like a separate entity, a force of nature rather than a fickle hammer that works through blunt force trauma.
In other news, I feel rather strongly that I need a theme song for my blog. Something with a banjo. Something that Corkscrew Justin Biscuit Thrower and I can use for busking purposes. Something that still sounds good with a rhythm section composed entirely of hawking and throat clearing. Any takers?
Here are some tunes for you. Anyone ever listen to these things when I post 'em?
The Hylozoists - Strait is the Gate [MP3]
Jeff Beck + Imogen Heap - Rolling and Tumbling [MP3]
William Shatner - Common People [MP3]
coughed this up at 5:16 PM
5 El Commentos:
Are yo mocking the banjo, Cause that's NOT funny mister! Watch it!
I love Bjork! Human behavior is my favorite of hers!
I am so happy that you are happy! Cheesy sentiment but true
Actually I never feel like that.... :0( I leave it to smart people like yourself and then I indulge in the art you have made. Hope you won't begrudge some indulging?
Billie Jean is quite possibly the greatest song of all time...
Yay Girl and GH. Yay! :oD
My sweet, SoCal Hobo sensei: Man, I certainly did not awaken with that creative feeling this morning. Nay, mine was more a stale brained aftermath, wherein I struggled to write 5 cogent paragraphs before slinking away for Dim-Sum. In other news: Pork Buns are manna from heaven.
I will mull over this song challenge as well. It has to sound, well, hobo-y. Slightly out of tune in the way that only the banjo can sound good. And yes, guttural hooting, trashcan lids, and washboards must be in full effect.
I am really lovin the birdmonster
katt: i am TOTALLY not mocking the banjo. i am not a filthy banjo mocker. it is a bright and beautiful instrument that brings joy to all who hear it. and yes, the birdmonster is radical.
sn: i see your yays and raise you a huzzah.
bm: HOBO SENSEI. you've just made my week. i'm gonna have to come up with some sweet moves. grease on, grease off?
also, i cannot think of dim sum without thinking about chicken feet.
sending creative hobo-y banjoriffic thoughts your way re: themesong.
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