Neil Fein's Blog

On Saturday night, I sat at my computer and free-associated for a song; I came up with two pages of text and some decent ideas, even if the topic drifted from what I'd intended. Amy's right, I'm avoiding writing about this.^[1]

I put some of it down on paper as lyrics.

When I woke up on Sunday, I read the crappy lyrics from the night before. There's a good idea there, I just need to distill it into listener-friendly form.

I had some coffee, read the paper, and recorded a new performance/arrangement demo for Hold Up the Wall. (I rewrote the words after recording the last one. I'll upload it as soon as I mix it down.) I like how the instruments are sitting with each other, but the song itself is finished.

Push keeps running through my head, or at least the music for it. It was originally written as part of the "Welcome Home" story, back when that was a story. I've been singing the song a lot to myself; right now, Push is music looking for a song.

^[1] No, I'm not naming the topic until I get some decent words down. I find talking about something directly can make the idea in my head go poof. This makes blogging^[2] about my writing a little difficult.

^[2]Just spell-checked this. Blogger's dictionary doesn't have the word blogging in it.