Looking up this week to obtain a support of reggae sound like St Ann rather than St Felicity, I saw the small dark cloud in the usual corner behind the left monitor speaker. Sometimes I absolutely believe that this is my best muse, back from a pizza run to starbelt outside. Or maybe just the golden ring around Uranus. Anyhoo ... It seems to bring inspiration to obscure more Cliff Richard Keith Richards, and I feel the need to write something that involves leather, whips and a snare that sounds like Pavarotti hitting the water from the upper edge. I dig my file called heavy riffs that AC / DC lost under the driver's seat. It would be useful if the word assassination appeared in the first lyric line: that always gets the Bowie knives out. As Sam Goldwyn said: Start with an exploding volcano and build from there to a climax.
I can not stress how important the first two lines of the first verse are, in any song.This is where the artist set the hook in their tiny attention span or not. If Simper your way into a song, like a style I like to call Captain Cliche, you've probably lost before their second guitar comes in. Please avoid a first verse that goes like this: Ooh I love you, yes is true, what should I do, baby without you know, all my dreams are loo ... blah blah ...
Does anyone still awake? The only thing that could even save that song would be a heart strong enough to flip out of Lazarus from the grave and beyond the skyline. I never thought that the years spent writing ad text for various ad agencies would be worth much to me. The rule of advertising is: when you wrote the title, 80c in the dollar you spent. It's got to hook them. And I must say something different about a topic you've heard a million times. Take the subject of endless LOVE (also known as lurve ... the bad ... and bumping uglies) If I have learned to write songs, I set one of the first projects should be: write a song about love, but make interesting.Make is different. Make the listener say, I never thought this way before. Now, Paul McCartney, being famous does not need to work hard as the rest of us. So call it: Another Silly Love Song. With a chorus that says: iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou. Ugh, Macca ... Time to open the window!
Here's how I do it: my song is called: If You Were Icecream ... and the first verse is: If you were ice cream, I would eat with a spoon very small ... if you were the stars, I'd like to meet you halfway to the moon ... I think it's much more interesting than Paulie, but hey, is famous, and I just started kicking the door. For more examples of how I approach the first verse and songs in general, scoot along to my new site or click on the link below.
Must enter the city for some new guitar strings. Not changed them for a year, and no. There is no direct link between the rotation underwear and guitar strings. And a ... two ... three ...
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