Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Ice Cream Cone

Heavy set summer evening lifting the three-day old t-shirt off its sweaty belly to get some fresh air.

Grey hair, red hair, purple hair, shoe-less kids, strollers, dog sniffing and wagging, all mill about the low rough wood window seat outside the Buff; DVDs and ice cream.

Down 4 steps into the low ceiling, shadow lighting, elbow conking, "excuse me" isles of display cases. Beaucoup bouquet of summer skin. Familiar tunes hang above my head. Want to hum along. Dodge and glide through the loose collection of rickety tables and chairs in front of the ice cream case. Low reverent voices of "Vanilla is fabulous. Atomic Chocolate outrageous".

Plop... Whaaaaa...Lime green melting frog makes a quantum leap to the floor. Knee high kid frozen in place, eyes glued to the oozing green spot. One hand still trying to fight gravity pulling on the empty waffle cone. Mom and Dad closing in to comfort.

I'm sure all the kid hears is the distorted super slow motion sound..."iiiiit's ooooookaaaaay, hoooooneeeey. Youuuuu caaan geeeeet anoooother oooooone".

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Fun Making a Metaphor

A great exercise is to make a list of interesting nouns and adjectives and try to match them up in metaphor. Use "x" is "y", "x" of "y" and "x"'s y".

The spoon is a perky catapult as it launches a piece of cheese cake towards the rosy laughing cheek on the other side of the table.

The spoon of perky jelly is carefully floating towards the joyful meeting of peanut butter and brown bread.

The spoon's perky shine screams into tarnish from the torture of melting powder over the open flame.

The economy is now a thin shoe. We all feel the sidewalk ever closer.

The beer bottle was elastic as it kept bouncing back from the table to his mouth.

The cheap straw hat's a "Wet Paint" sign. It made him stop in his tracks. She looked that good.

The straw hat of wet ideas collapsed on to his face and shoulders. His colleagues chuckled. He wasn't embarrassed. Better a bunch of crazy ideas than no ideas.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

First off...

The posts will be about song writing and lyric development.

To be a writer is to be a diamond miner; dragging up a lot of sludge for the little gems - tough work.

Some writers write in their head and then commit to media. I do both, with an emphasis of doing a little writing every day during a concentrated time. I write on paper as I find it too easy to erase or edit ideas digitally.

Part of my artistic training is in visual arts so I write as if I were sketching with a lot of doodles in the margins. Pages become tangles of ideas.

So this is my very first blog to the whole world.

Future posts, if not frequent, will be regular, depending on the sludge I'm shoveling and digging through.

HINT: Click on the picture to enlarge it to see more of the process :o)