I added Simone's another something to my 'blog this' sidebar some time ago. Who knows, one day we may even be familiar enough that she invites me to her invitation only lyrics leftover blog. I don't even know what it is. Or even if I want to be invited there. But it seems like a symbolic inner circle which I wouldn't expect knowing someone purely over the interwebs.
Simone has just returned the favour and added me to her blog sidebar.
This addition was accompanied by perhaps the most glowing review I will ever receive
I've updated my sidebar blog list for the first time since February. Additions include:
- my brother-in-law Phil, who writes on politcal stuff,
- prolific commenter Laetitia,who blogs occasionally,
- Sam and Soph who have a delightful line of colour up the top of their page,
- Al who commutes interstate to college,
- Wendy, missionary in Japan, currently on home assignment,
- Izaac, who has a z in his name.
Thanks Izaac.
ReplyDeleteYou don't want an invite to Lyric Leftovers. It just has a collection of lyrics that haven't gone anywhere - I put them out there for the other Emu guys to pick over. Truth is, they mostly haven't gone anywhere for good reasons.
How do you know Nathan?
I grew up with Nathan in Maclean. He introduced me to Phantom comics - which I borrowed regularly for about 6 months until I lost interest. We had games of touch football or cricket every week after church in the church grounds until they installed a drain and a kid's play area, which put an end to that. As Nathan was the year above me at school I think we bonded more as we got older - including after his family moved to Mitchelton. A select few of us have kept in touch from those days - I think Nathan may have trouble making new friends (he's gonna love that one). I randomly appeared at his 21st birthday because though living in Sydney I was doing a radiography prac at the Gold Coast. I helped build the steps in his parentals front yard as well as wheelbarrowing in woodchips into the garden. On the said mentioned trip he introduced me to 'black books' which I didn't find particularly funny. He was MC at my wedding. I returned the favour. S and I are about to visit Nathan and Robyn in Townsville. He couldn't convince me to come to Brisbane to do Bible College together. He will name his first born son after anyone but me.
ReplyDeleteThat's our life story.
Now of more interest, what makes a lyric not go anywhere? A bad rhyme? An inability to fit the right sentiment into the right number of beats? The wrong subject matter?
You should come to Brisbane for college. Nathan's right there. If it would be any use, I'll put the arguments too.
ReplyDeleteAll sorts of things can make a lyric crummy. Sometimes it's not that it's bad, so much as that it just isn't very good. Sometimes the fault is with the meter I've chosen - the words look good till you try and work with them... and the result just isn't great. PP generally has a good instinct for what sucks. What he rejects I'll usually eventually agree was rejected for good reason. 80% of what I write ends up as scrap.
What a stirring biography.
ReplyDeleteI am going to repost it.
I once tried my hand at writing church songs. Never did any good. They were hopeless. Better sticking to unoriginal originals (I was in High School)
ReplyDeletehttp://www.myspace.com/gorenge
Or unoriginal parodies
http://www.myspace.com/izaacta