I'm just sitting here waiting for Joe King of the mighty Queers to come by so we can work on some new Queers tunes. He was supposed to be here at "a little after eleven" but remember kids, we're on Joe King Time now so anytime before 1:30 must be considered punctual.
My own songwriting has hit a bump in the road, not so much due to lack of creative nectar flowing from the old melon, but more due to a whole bunch of other stuff on the plate. I'm supposed to get together with Ms. Choi this week to iron out some wrinkles and throw some ideas against the wall to check for adhesiveness but we have a gig on Sat. and then JC and Philip Stone leave for a month-long tour, during which time I hope to buckle down and exit May with 12-14 A-list numbers.
But a full social calendar aside, the process this time around is a bit more painstaking than usual - actually, that's a pretty serious understatement - because I'm throwing songs out at a pretty incredible rate in order to keep only the best ones for this particular band. It kills me to toss aside good songs but they have to work in context and this band, like any band, has its own idiosyncrasies that must be played to. Being that the band is new, this is an even more daunting task, and when you factor in a female vocalist and keyboards, you're left with a pretty small collection of appropriate material. But it still beats standing behind the register at the Amoco minimart.
Miracle of miracles, The Shadow just walked in a mere 45 minutes late. This has to be some kind of record. Onward and upward.