Are you songworthy?
Aside from the currently 20 or so songs that I need to finish writing, I would like some inspiration aside from the craziness going on in my life. I would like you to tell me a story and I would like to try and write from a non-personal perspective. If I end up writing your story, or your poem, or your song, you will most definitely get credit when it gets recorded and maybe it'll end up on the full-length album! You will also make me smile and think hard and it's a good way to spend an evening - outside of my own shoes which are quite muddy right now. Thank you.
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Aleigh the acrobat said, (119 days ago)
Matthew, then maybe we should each write half a song through the internets. I have a way to record tracks too.
J, thanks!
Aleigh the acrobat said, (119 days ago)
Also, if anyone is curious. I write in various styles. Folk, jazz, ol'time country, cabaret, low-fi, stompy-quirky-love songs, songs in a whisper, songs very belted... whatever.
I'll send you a link to songs if you don't know it and we're strangers.
Matthew... said, (119 days ago)
Ha. I can send you some of my half lyrics. I don't have anything recorded yet, and they're pretty simplistic. I need to focus on getting better at the whole complex song writing thing.
Aleigh the acrobat said, (119 days ago)
Matthew, only send if that's what you want to do! I would never try to convince you to do something you didn't feel wholeheartedly comfortable doing. Except maybe dancing, because dancing is awesome.
Corey Hart said, (119 days ago)
So we can write our story normally and you'll translate it into song lyrics?
Aleigh the acrobat said, (119 days ago)
Yes, Corey. At this point I will spend time over a time period, not solely tonight because now I am working on one of my songs and I have to get dinner very soon. But it will be something I can think about.
Message me for my email.
Matthew... said, (119 days ago)
Well, we could always say give me a topic or an issue and a semi structure and I'd come up w/ something and you'd come up w/ something and we could work it out that way.
I wouldn't mind giving you my half done lyrics to look over, they're just sitting there in my books taunting me. Ha.
And yes. I will always dance. After a couple of glasses of wine...
L said, (116 days ago)
story, huh?
have i ever told you how ishmael and i first became friends? because that's a pretty adorable story.
he was in 7th grade and i was in 8th, we were both 12, and he asked me out. in a note. a full page front and back covered in the words 'will you go out with me?' note. i thought he was making fun of me, because he was ish, stunningly good looking and incredibly popular, and i was, well, me- kind of mousy, dorky, not particularly attractive, incredibly boyish. so i pretended i hadn't gotten the note. two weeks or so later he cornered me after class and asked me out again, and i froze. he grabbed my hand and i pulled away and grabbed a pen out of my bag, and grabbed his hand and wrote 'no' on his palm.
and steadily, since that day, we've gotten closer by the minute. to the point where now even our parents accept that we're essentially twins who were born to separate parents.
valkyrie blondhaar said, (113 days ago)
When I landed in Tel Aviv, I had been on three different planes and in transit for about 18 hours. I'd bawled my eyes out over Pan's Labyrinth AGAIN on the second flight and then gotten grossly ill due to plane food on the third, and when I stepped off the jetway, I realized that I was the farthest I'd ever been from home, alone. Ben Gurion airport looks like the Egyptian wing of the Met in New York, which calmed me, and when I eventually got my luggage I stepped out into the sweltering heat of an almost entirely foreign country. Getting a cab took nearly no time at all, and soon I was speeding across the shimmering highways of Israel and into the coastal resort area of Tel Aviv. The radio was tuned to an Israeli pop station, the advertisements were for Shrek in Hebrew, the beaches were littered with golden bodies, and the blue water of the Mediterranean sparkled.
And after checking into my hotel room, I promptly fell asleep.
Dude, i can't even write full songs about my own life.