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I've been absent due to rl things picking up, but I'm still going to try and post something every Sunday! (Today you get me blathering about TEF writing and more tunage; I can tell you're so excited.)
Confession! After bitching about what basically amounted to a (hellish) year off from writing, I pretty much didn't do any for most of the months of January and February (yes, even despite finishing up ch10a for beta). I finally picked TEF back up again at the beginning of last week, but then fizzled out by Thursday because I haven't been getting enough sleep. This is a chronic problem of mine with no legitimate medical reason; I'm pretty much fully to blame for inflicting sleep deprivation on myself.
Anyway, for those three days I did manage to fit in 45 min of writing time each morning. It wasn't as hard as I expected, but I was taken aback at how dismal my output was. At my peak (in 2009) my morning writing sessions used to yield at least a page per hour, including minor editing work. This past week I only cranked out roughly 400-500 words per day, which left me with not quite two pages' worth of work to show for three mornings. It's frustrating only in the sense that I know I used to be more productive during these sessions, but at the same time I recognize I am talking about a habit I fell out of for a year and in truth 400-500 words a morning is nothing to sneeze at.
In lieu of more boring news about my writing habits,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
philosophicwax, that veritable Goddess among us mortals, posted a fascinating and wonderfully thought-out entry featuring a smattering of recommendations from her own PpG!playlist. And you wonder why I sing her praises so.
Philly's post reminded me of one song in particular that I hadn't listened to in a long time, and, subsequently, an album I haven't played in even longer. I had recced Good Man by Third Eye Blind ages ago (none of the links in that post work anymore, sorry, perhaps I'll re-upload later) as one of my quintessential Reds pieces, and yet for the past couple of years it received so little play on my end that I'd pretty much forgotten how central it was to my interpretation of the Reds.
That led to me digging out my copy of Out of the Vein a week ago, which in turn led to me being reminded of a couple of my other favorite songs on the album, which in turn led to me discovering a song each for the Blues and the Greens, which is, in turn, leading me to share those songs with you all in this post. (And blather about 3EB for a bit.)
3EB used to be one of my favorite bands. I really like their 2nd and 3rd albums, both of which have a very appealing mainstream sound but maintain a great deal of poetry in the lyrics. The lyrics were always my favorite part of their songs, with my second favorite part being Stephan Jenkins' rapid-fire delivery. They echoed all the things I love about excellent poetry - that is, poetry that requires thought but isn't obtuse for obtuseness' sake - and slam poetry in particular.
I guess this can be said of most bands, but 3EB's songs were usually about 1) the aftermath of a breakup, 2) friends who had passed away (either metaphorically or literally), or 3) drugs. Cocaine specifically. I only point that out because I see a lot of people interpreting all their songs about still being in love with an ex, which is true to an extent but also stupid and annoying and a pretty superficial analyzation.
That aside (you notice I say that a lot in my lj? Sorry about the repetititititivity), three songs for the PpG/RrB. All of which are directed from the Boys to the Girls, with one being for a very specific scenario and the other two being more general.
Faster
Greens. Horny and burned out now is how it always ends for me. "Faster" took me by complete surprise; it has always been one of my favorites on the album but while I had it pegged vaguely as a potential candidate for my action playlist it never officially made it. When I pulled it up on Monday it immediately screamed "BUTCH" at me, right from the very first line. It's a song about getting high, wanting something more out of life, and a (probably drug-induced) fascination with some mysterious girl thrown into the mix. Also likely the only Butch song now in regular circulation on my playlist that contains the word "bacchanalian." I love you, 3EB.
Blinded
Blues. And I fall down on what to say, oh something clean let me be clever, hey oh well whatever, but that's not what I mean. "Blinded" was actually one of the first songs that went onto my Blues playlist with a very specific scenario in mind - I was originally (waaaaay back in 2003/2004) going to write a Blues breakup fic based on this song. I never did because the idea was line for line exactly like the song, which doesn't make for a particularly interesting or inspired piece of work. There are parts that are a little too poetic for Boomer to me - the reference to Icarus in particular - but all the same, listening to it now I think it really epitomizes the sort of romantic idealism I see in Boomer - about being utterly dumbstruck with love and not being able to let go of it, even when things are over.
Good Man
Those of you who know, know the line. I finally have this song separated out from the extra track on the disc. Still my favorite. The pairing, too. (Thanks to Philly for reminding me!)
That was probably more nerdy soliloquizing than you needed to be subjected to. OH WELL.
Confession! After bitching about what basically amounted to a (hellish) year off from writing, I pretty much didn't do any for most of the months of January and February (yes, even despite finishing up ch10a for beta). I finally picked TEF back up again at the beginning of last week, but then fizzled out by Thursday because I haven't been getting enough sleep. This is a chronic problem of mine with no legitimate medical reason; I'm pretty much fully to blame for inflicting sleep deprivation on myself.
Anyway, for those three days I did manage to fit in 45 min of writing time each morning. It wasn't as hard as I expected, but I was taken aback at how dismal my output was. At my peak (in 2009) my morning writing sessions used to yield at least a page per hour, including minor editing work. This past week I only cranked out roughly 400-500 words per day, which left me with not quite two pages' worth of work to show for three mornings. It's frustrating only in the sense that I know I used to be more productive during these sessions, but at the same time I recognize I am talking about a habit I fell out of for a year and in truth 400-500 words a morning is nothing to sneeze at.
In lieu of more boring news about my writing habits,
philosophicwax, that veritable Goddess among us mortals, posted a fascinating and wonderfully thought-out entry featuring a smattering of recommendations from her own PpG!playlist. And you wonder why I sing her praises so.Philly's post reminded me of one song in particular that I hadn't listened to in a long time, and, subsequently, an album I haven't played in even longer. I had recced Good Man by Third Eye Blind ages ago (none of the links in that post work anymore, sorry, perhaps I'll re-upload later) as one of my quintessential Reds pieces, and yet for the past couple of years it received so little play on my end that I'd pretty much forgotten how central it was to my interpretation of the Reds.
That led to me digging out my copy of Out of the Vein a week ago, which in turn led to me being reminded of a couple of my other favorite songs on the album, which in turn led to me discovering a song each for the Blues and the Greens, which is, in turn, leading me to share those songs with you all in this post. (And blather about 3EB for a bit.)
3EB used to be one of my favorite bands. I really like their 2nd and 3rd albums, both of which have a very appealing mainstream sound but maintain a great deal of poetry in the lyrics. The lyrics were always my favorite part of their songs, with my second favorite part being Stephan Jenkins' rapid-fire delivery. They echoed all the things I love about excellent poetry - that is, poetry that requires thought but isn't obtuse for obtuseness' sake - and slam poetry in particular.
I guess this can be said of most bands, but 3EB's songs were usually about 1) the aftermath of a breakup, 2) friends who had passed away (either metaphorically or literally), or 3) drugs. Cocaine specifically. I only point that out because I see a lot of people interpreting all their songs about still being in love with an ex, which is true to an extent but also stupid and annoying and a pretty superficial analyzation.
That aside (you notice I say that a lot in my lj? Sorry about the repetititititivity), three songs for the PpG/RrB. All of which are directed from the Boys to the Girls, with one being for a very specific scenario and the other two being more general.
Faster
Greens. Horny and burned out now is how it always ends for me. "Faster" took me by complete surprise; it has always been one of my favorites on the album but while I had it pegged vaguely as a potential candidate for my action playlist it never officially made it. When I pulled it up on Monday it immediately screamed "BUTCH" at me, right from the very first line. It's a song about getting high, wanting something more out of life, and a (probably drug-induced) fascination with some mysterious girl thrown into the mix. Also likely the only Butch song now in regular circulation on my playlist that contains the word "bacchanalian." I love you, 3EB.
Blinded
Blues. And I fall down on what to say, oh something clean let me be clever, hey oh well whatever, but that's not what I mean. "Blinded" was actually one of the first songs that went onto my Blues playlist with a very specific scenario in mind - I was originally (waaaaay back in 2003/2004) going to write a Blues breakup fic based on this song. I never did because the idea was line for line exactly like the song, which doesn't make for a particularly interesting or inspired piece of work. There are parts that are a little too poetic for Boomer to me - the reference to Icarus in particular - but all the same, listening to it now I think it really epitomizes the sort of romantic idealism I see in Boomer - about being utterly dumbstruck with love and not being able to let go of it, even when things are over.
Good Man
Those of you who know, know the line. I finally have this song separated out from the extra track on the disc. Still my favorite. The pairing, too. (Thanks to Philly for reminding me!)
That was probably more nerdy soliloquizing than you needed to be subjected to. OH WELL.