A lot of people, me included, only have so many creative hours inside them every day. It’s a little thing that gets replenished every day—but just a certain amount, like a jug of water. That’s your water for the day. No matter how much you wish there was more water in that pitcher, it’s just like, “No, it’s empty, but it’ll probably be full tomorrow if you do your other responsibilities and take care of yourself.” I learned and accepted that creative work is a finite thing. I used to treat it like an infinite fountain that I would just bathe in for 14 hours a day, but then I realized I’m just sitting in it. There’s no new water coming out of the fountain.
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Quackology
Potato Cake
Bought a guitar to try scalloped frets and am enjoying the expressive playing.
Also amused by the "fig leaf" sticker placed over the counterfeit branding of this purchase from China.
You can feel the cheaper materials in the shiny neck and plastic tuning pegs, as well as hearing a hum from the bridge pickup; but we live in an age where cheap guitars are made by automated routing in countries that don't respect IP -- so the playability is basically comparable with another Chinese guitar aside from copying the famous Swede.
I'm debating whether to install bright '60s-style pickups, or surfier '50s, or gnarly Texas ones.
Or a combination?
Disquiet Junto 0738 Speak Not
The assignment this week is: Saying something without saying it.
Somewhat appropriately the phrase ‘I think therefore I am’ came to mind.
I’d spent the morning helping my son with his composition assignment and he had a riff-driven song that was going to be a scaffold.
After lunch the phrase developed into a call-and-response riff, which suggests that my son’s scaffold also became my own.
The phrase was answered, "I am therefore I think."
As this bassline from my phrase took on soul with organ and horns, and the percussion was another cue from the source/riff track.
All parts were programmed in Ableton Live and the video is from NASA.
Les Telecaster
Naviarhaiku632 – slowly gliding
The haiku shared by Naviar this week offered a snail's perspective and I sought to do it justice by singing about powerlessness and communicating within shells.
Further inspiraton was sought from Seamus Heaney's republic of conscience.







