I don’t want to give away who this song is about right away, but HAPPY ELECTION DAY! #vote
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0 “Sexy Shitty First Draft” A thing I have committed myself to because I must
I'm doing the shitty first draft of a new song every day, for at least the next 30 days. I'd like to make it a year.
CURLFRIENDS! MCCLEANIACS! Thanks for your patience with my leave of absence, blah blah blah, like the guy said at his weird hole-in-the-wall Periscoped open mic, I have been putting too much weight on, well, most everything. Like, I don’t want to wear shorter sleeves because my elbows have these weird bumps (I think it’s a form of psoriasis. Doctor? What doctor?). My point is, who fucking cares, you know? We’re all disgusting skin bags.
It’s a metaphor for this project I’m doing, which is no different than a lot of other “1 A Day” things that people do. I’m going to write, record, and post online for your enjoyment/satisfaction your life is better than mine, the shitty first draft of a new song. I’m not sure for how long I’m going to do it, but maybe I’ll just get through the first 30 days, hey?
So, here’s the first one. I’ll keep talking about what it means to me below:
I gave myself an hour on this one, although I’m already at just under 3 hours with posting and blogging about it and other distractions. But I’d like to get it down to 30 minutes. Like Morning Pages: bust out the shitty first draft in 30 minutes. Every day. Just bust through; do it, let it suck, the best is yet to come. If you care to follow along, you can do so at http://www.youtube.com/thedirtycurls.
I’ve had a hard past year. I know, you have too. I don’t know about you, but I forget sometimes how much being creative makes me happy and centers me. Especially right now in the United States with the election; it’s easy to get sucked in because you’re getting impassioned, and getting impassioned feels good. But getting angry just begets more anger… I know because I am super guilty of letting my anger get the best of me. But also, creativity begets creativity. So, maybe it’s best I let my creativity get the best of me.
So why don’t I just spend 30 minutes a day on a song? Why make us sit through your shitty first drafts? The internet has enough CRAP on it.
Accountability, my babies!!! You, my friends, are now my captive (well), expectant audience. And I fucking don’t want to flake on you. So, I’ll see you tomorrow.
(Thanks to the amazing Dan Goldman & Lili Higa for the little push I needed this morning with the help of some coffee and paleo brunch… and to Anna Sawyer, whose 100 bad songs project has been bouncing around in my head lately)
0 “If You Ain’t Gonna Tap It” at Trailer Trash Talent Revue
Enjoy, McCleaniacs!
Fifty-one years: this. has. been. my. bar. stool.
Seen laughter & tears, through summers and school
Cocaine after parties since before it was cool;
Bedded every bartender, but … I ain’t no fool.
Now you know I’ve been coming every day this year.
I’ve sat here and scoped you out – you’re my kind o’ queer.
But you said no, you didn’t wanna see my bedroom ceiling mirror.
So lemme rephrase the question in case I wasn’t clear.
Listen closely to mama; I ain’t talking bout beer…
If you ain’t gonna tap it, I’ll take it in the can
Sooner, not later, is when I get my man
Take your quickie smoke break, then let’s do it in your van.
If you ain’t gonna tap it, I’ll take it in the can.
Seventy-two years…. on Earth ain’t bad
I don’t shave much of anything, don’t got no six-pack abs
But I ain’t birthed no chillens, so my hoo ha’s pretty rad
And Menopause was years ago; You ain’t gonna be no dad!
Sure, you’re a young stud, pick any babe you want.
That redhead at the end’s got some ta-tas to flaunt
But you ain’t the first young tender thing I’ve tempted at this haunt.
And you won’t be the last, so can’t I please get on’t?
If you ain’t gonna tap it, I’ll take it in the can
Sooner, not later, is when I get my man
Take your quickie smoke break, then let’s do it in your van.
If you ain’t gonna tap it,
If you ain’t gonna tap it,
If you ain’t gonna tap it…. I’ll take it in the can.
