It’s been a long time since I wrote my 1st song – “me, Steve and the Bear”. I was 14 and had a visceral, heart-trobbing, tear-jerking, knee-knocking crush on Terry McKenna (i.e.- Bear). I plunked it out on the piano & recorded it on my boombox. I might still have the tape? It was amateur and awesome. It was full of so much sappy sauce that you got stuck in it. I remember singing it a bizillion times (to myself – never played it for anyone else) – and not being able to get it out of my head. I knew it was juvenille but I loved it so it was good. It said exactly what I thought about him. Big, bold ideas of love – like a mylar boquet … delivered with a PopTart.
Cut to today. I have written so many songs that I think I’ve forgotten how to meet the songwriting challenge with utter incompetance. With complete novice. With ridiculously rambuncious enthusiasm and lack of coolness concern. I’ve started and thrown away and judged so many of my own creations that I seem to be forgetting the ground zero of creativity — HAVE FUN WITH IT!!!! Love it! Enjoy the fact that I can do it! That I want to do it! Then, record it. Badly. With contagious enthusiasm! With the ego of a kindergartener! Look what I did!!!!
I’m gonna try it. I’ll let you know how it goes. I might even video a selfie of me playing it (probably not – since I have no idea how to post a video selfie). I’m going to pretend it’s my first song. It’s gonna be good.
In the mean time, this is a video of me ‘n Dirty Mercy practicing another song … I wrote it. Both of them. Look at what I did!!!!