Dancing to the latest

You may know that showgirls like me often have to work two jobs. One of them I'm quitting because I don't like it. The other is ending but I love it. Discretion forbids me to mention it, but let's say: I work in the art world and not in the boutique gallery selling my soul world. In the DISCOURSE world. Impossibly glamorous people and their equally glamorous assistant speak to me every day on the phone. I have important secret information about future discourses of contemporary culture. My hair is immaculate and I am sneering all the time.

Last night I went to Bobo's house in Queens. Going out of town. Today I'm at work in relative quiet, peace. My days are less packed now, thank god.

Working on writing a new song. Here's how: I have an idea, a small one. Then i have another idea, totally unrelated and equally small. I gather a bunch of unrelated, sort of compelling but not fully formed ideas together and wrap a mental rubber band around them. Leave them alone for a few months. Come back and see if any of them still compel me, or seem particularly prophetic for the time that's elapsed. Throw out the junk. Work work work. Realize that the junk was the really good stuff. Make a song out of only the junk. Sing it live and and figure out what works. Re-write the words and let it sit again for a few months. Work work work. This is why things take so long.

Today I'm going to have a meeting to discuss a movie musical I'm in.
Didn't know that, did you?

A to-do list, notes from this weekend:
  • Buy new flower pot. And soil.
    • And a plant.
  • Everyone gets a silver fan
  • Donate clothes to charity
  • Wash sheets
  • Buy more voodoo oil
  • Vernissage
  • Buy CDs
  • Tell Danielle that ***** said she was cute
  • Make chocolate / cinnamon cookies
    • (no nuts)
  • Email ******* to tell him that I met that author that he really admires and he should take me out on a date to discuss her
  • Buy a long-reach stapler for zines
    • (I bought it, thank god)
  • Tonight for dinner: tofu and kale on toast
  • She says "it's for me, this wet mess"
  • Transfer to iPod:
    • 3 Teens Kill 4
    • This Mortal Coil
    • Saint Etienne
  • Anthony (call him)
  • Pellegrino and magazines
    • (on the beach in the summer)
  • Replaceable
  • "My sense is"
  • "She's a facile thinker"
  • Ask *** out on a date
  • Buy a new teapot
  • "I once went on a blind date with a spinal surgeon and he told me that he got a hard-on every time he cut into a body"

1 comment:

John said...

I was excited to read about your process. I'm always asking people impractical questions about how they do the things they do that I admire.

I've been working on writing songs too. It's creepy and takes a long time, but I'm finally learning how much time it takes for me to do something on my own terms. So nowadays, I can schedule in 6 month chunks.
The song I've been obsessed with for the past week is called "Monstrous Creatures" and the last stanza goes like this:

We are six and a half years old
We speak in crayon [or: Our tongues are crayon]
We'll be dinosaurs when we've grown
And all the primates will know
That we won