1. Having to get a job I hate to pay the bills
2. Losing my creativity
3. Being bitten by rabid animals, especially raccoons
4. Missing big opportunities
5. Those big TV screens in the subway falling on my head
6. Being in an uncommunicative relationship
8. Forgetting my purse somewhere
9. Being directly insulted by someone I respect
10. Bugs crawling into my mouth while I sleep
It’s really hard to be a songwriter when you live with a drummer (or, I guess, anyone who plays an instrument that’s really loud).
I’m in a really bad mood tonight, uncharacteristically. I think sometimes, when I haven’t written a song in a while, it starts to build up inside me the same way you would get a urinary tract infection if you never went to the bathroom. It’s like AHHH LET ME OUT, & it collects & coagulates & gets all gross inside. Not good.
I’m a JOBLESS BUM! i.e. almost all the “employment” I’ve ever had has been creative/freelance in nature.
Jobs that actually involved work:
2. Tutoring (French, English, geography, history, math…)
1. Singing the alphabet song for a corporate video about literacy
2. Singing the Band-Aid song for a commercial
4. Tip jars at shows
5. Selling CDs of mine
6. Co-hosting a radio special about the podcast I used to do with my brother
This has to be one of my favorite songs I’ve ever written. I was trying it out on the piano the other day, & was reminded of how simple it is. I’m not very good at simplicity. It doesn’t happen too often. (p.s. random trivia: on this recording, I’m singing my own harmonies, which were adapted from ones that my friend Kaiya made up, & playing my own jazz shaker… badly.)
I like 10. 10’s a nice round number.
I love SO many movies, but these are the ones I can watch over & over & still find new things to delight & provoke me (& in some cases, make me cry my eyes out).
In no particular order:
The Shawshank Redemption
Down With Love
That Thing You Do
Little Miss Sunshine
James Dean (the biopic with James Franco)
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
The Simpsons Movie
today i took an hour-long nap in the school library with my face on my mittens which were on my hands which were on a notebook which was on a binder. i woke up with mitten-prints on my forehead & cheeks. then i went to an improv rehearsal.
Max, my little brother & bestie. Makes me laugh more than anyone else. A great hugger. An extremely talented & devoted musician.
Cadence. We argue all the time & she is pretty much my polar opposite, & yet we are still great friends all these years later. Interesting how that happens sometimes.
Kaiya, my musical co-conspirator, my partner in crime, my little rasta pasta. As I say in my song about her: “I like getting coffee with you; sipping lattes can turn into the best conversation of my life.”
Sometimes I think of my improv teammates as sort of one collective person, even though they are all really different. My closest friends from the team are Henry, Zoe, Kathleen & Zeke. They’re all lovable weirdos who are younger than me but don’t act like it.
let’s sing a bit of michael finnigan
here inside this church
irish folksongs make me miss you
but it could be worse
there’s people here in every corner
it’s very strange to be surrounded
by people just like me
they sing like me
they love like me
they laugh like me
they’re just like me
i go for days without release
from bondage of the soul
i find it’s easier to feel numb
than it is to feel whole
but here, everything is calm & happy
i’ve never smiled so wide
there is no demon i can’t beat
with music by my side
you sing like me
you love like me
you laugh like me
you’re just like me
I’m not telling you how to act/feel/post on your tumblr, this is just my opinion.
I can’t stand when people post bullshit like “I’m not the prettiest girl, but I’m the one who will always ______________” Like blah blah blah SHUT THE FUCK UP. I’m sorry, but are you so insecure that you have to reblog something, made for the sake of being reblogged, just to feel “not alone”. It’s almost as if “the girl who gets everything” is more rare than the girl who goes on tumblr and complains about not getting anything at all. I think the people who do reblog that stuff are way too insecure. Hopefully you look back on this when you’re older and say “wtf was I thiking”. It makes you sound weak and insecure. Here is the awful truth, IF YOU CAN’T LOVE YOURSELF, NO ONE WILL LOVE YOU. Sitting on your asses going on tumblr and reblogging shit like “I’m always the ugly one of my friends” is not going to make that guy like you. Being confident and talking to him and being fine with the whatever happens is so much more possitive. I don’t whether or not some of the people who do this do it for sympathy, but trust me you’re not getting any. I know tumblr is a personal things, and I can’t tell you what or whatnot to post, but I think you would be doing yourself a favour by not reblogging that crap. You’re all better than that! There is nothing more unatractive than someone who complains all the time about what they don’t have.
yeah… it all boils down to self-love. that’s the only way you can get anything you want, & make it stay. for realsies.
after she typed & sent me a project sheet I had lost...
her:No probz. How's it goin'?
me:meh. the project, or my life? hold on, i can give you the same answer for both of those... i've got all the ideas, & i can see the end result in my head.. it's just the sticking it all together that's giving me trouble now. (aha. i'm a genius.)
“We Are the Opposite of Thieves” by Reverie Sound Revue from their S/T 2009 album
Lisa Lobsinger of Broken Social Scene makes this jazzy-pop-disco-lounge combo work like the daughter of The Cardigans and The Sea and Cake bit by Mosquitos with just the right amount of Rickie Lee Jones via Feist. I don’t know how I missed this last year, but this is pure aural delight. The most listenable, all around usable album in a while. Dinner, party, relaxing, romancing: this record is it.
“Reverie Sound Revue is the kind of disc I’ve been waiting for a band like Metric to make for years. It’s sharp, sleek indie pop from a former Broken Social Scene touring singer, Lisa Lobsinger, but she sounds better on her own material than she ever did with “Anthems For A Seventeen-Year-Old Girl.” While its sophisticated sound may be too cocktail party chic for lo-fi loving Kids Today, more discerning listeners will find a flawless summer soundtrack.” Rawkblog
— yeah, so if you don’t like it, “lo-fi loving kids today”, wait till you’re more mature.
this is an excellent description of why I love RSR so much
“What if loneliness was simply a feeling of impatience, telepathically sent to you by friends you’ve yet to meet, urging you to go out more, do more, and get involved, so that life’s serendipities could bring you together… Would you still feel alone?”—Notes From The Universe
Top 5 Weirdest Things That Have Ever Inspired Me To Write A Song
(in no particular order)
1. Sexy was written after I had an asthma attack while making out with my then-boyfriend & he proclaimed it “cute.” Needless to say, I was flabbergasted.
2. Badly & Wrongly was written after seeing Dog Is Blue play at the Riverdale Perk. Paul has homemade guitar pedals, which, he said, always make him play “badly & wrongly.” Something about that phrase just clicked with me; I took out my notebook & jotted down: “badly & wrongly/wrongly & badly?” Later that night I wrote the song.
3. Paperclips & Ballpoint Pens is what transpired after I binged on many, many, many episodes of The Office, repeatedly fell in love with Jim Halpert, desperately wished I was Pam Beesly, etc. Never thought I’d write a lyric like “you make me feel just like I’m seventeen again” at age eighteen.
4. Jellyfish happened as I was staring at a picture of jellyfish that’s taped to my wall - it’s a postcard I got on a field trip to Coach House Press. I’ve been sort of fascinated with jellyfish ever since I did an exhaustive science project on them in grade 6. Something about their lack of hearts, brains, etc. totally haunts me. So, naturally, I wrote a song that compares myself to a jellyfish.
5. Palpitations isn’t hyperbole - I literally get heart palpitations, as well as nausea, loss of appetite, & general malaise, for several days or more when surprised by sudden romantic good fortune. Oh, you want to date me? I think I’ll just go throw up now. No, I didn’t mean it like that! Where are you going…?
“Write a ton of songs before you worry about any of them being any good. Like about 50. Get comfortable with the process. Give yourself a goal once in a while - can you write a song in three hours? Two? Can you let go of how much you love some really good part to either leave it for another piece as things are too busy, or entirely rework the whole song because that bit is gold? Can you write a piece with limited note choices, and then have one note - a new note - be used just once in an interesting way?”—part of an e-mail that a fan of mine received from his musical theatre teacher & then forwarded to me some time ago
1. Before Allie went out to throw knives & swallow fire, she liked to do bicep curls with a large bottle of cream soda, & then guzzle the whole thing til her mouth was a shade of pink even brighter than the fire itself.
2. Minutia’s poems were useless to her on paper - she’d scribble them all up & down her arms & then practice gesturing grandly-yet-casually in front of her face.
3. Luella’s colleagues often asked her how she got warmed up to sing the part of Carmen every night. She always told them she sang arpeggios & gargled with saltwater, but secretly, she really put on reruns of American Idol & sang along with the worst contestants to bolster her confidence.
4. Maggie, The Teeze’s best burlesque dancer, prepared for every show by padding her curves with chocolate chip cookies baked & delivered each night by a diehard fan.
5. Shelly liked to run around the green room just before each improv show, stare deeply into the eyes of each teammate, & tell them one by one, “I love you & I’ve got your back.” They all thought she was a bit weird, but secretly, it always made them feel safe & ready to perform.