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I can't help but feel my posts used to be more diverse before the move to Boston. Now it seems that I'm writing about either things I've discovered on the Internet, or things I'm making to put on the Internet. I haven't written a post that was meant to be entertaining for weeks.
But getting back to those musical curiosities I mentioned a while ago, I was thinking last night that Stratovarius' "Maniac Dance" is probably the only song to contain anything resembling the line "Xanax Remerin Therapy Buspiron". It really shows that the album was written after the incredible string of trouble the band went through a couple of years ago, as most of the songs are about how their songwriter felt at the time (with a seven-minute song in the middle about Hitler for some reason). It couldn't be any stranger if they'd written the booklet in Japanese and made the CD out of rhubarb.
I have also been lacking any kind of inspiration for my music recently. I have, counting offhand, around six songs that are half finished and going nowhere or just blurring into each other in a confused mess. I normally write about events from my life romanticized up a bit, but life itself is lacking inspiration at the moment unless I want to write music with titles like "Bugger Our Sink Is Blocked" and "I Don't Want To Get Up At Four in the Morning Tomorrow and Fly to California". Which aren't really appropriate for the genre that I'm going for.
I'll put photos of the complete flat up soon. It's very nice. We just need to tidy it up a bit.
But getting back to those musical curiosities I mentioned a while ago, I was thinking last night that Stratovarius' "Maniac Dance" is probably the only song to contain anything resembling the line "Xanax Remerin Therapy Buspiron". It really shows that the album was written after the incredible string of trouble the band went through a couple of years ago, as most of the songs are about how their songwriter felt at the time (with a seven-minute song in the middle about Hitler for some reason). It couldn't be any stranger if they'd written the booklet in Japanese and made the CD out of rhubarb.
I have also been lacking any kind of inspiration for my music recently. I have, counting offhand, around six songs that are half finished and going nowhere or just blurring into each other in a confused mess. I normally write about events from my life romanticized up a bit, but life itself is lacking inspiration at the moment unless I want to write music with titles like "Bugger Our Sink Is Blocked" and "I Don't Want To Get Up At Four in the Morning Tomorrow and Fly to California". Which aren't really appropriate for the genre that I'm going for.
I'll put photos of the complete flat up soon. It's very nice. We just need to tidy it up a bit.
