I make my own soundtracks.
More late nights. I'm starting to work out the unsettling sounds in my head. The little reverberations sending waves bouncing around, altering tissue. Old memories and new memories are beginning to take shape in sound. I suppose I should be excited. I'll release an album by Christmas.. but the process is a lot harder than I could have imagined. My subject is myself. This is a tough mirror to stare into.
So, without Devo I'm left back to my own devices. There's no more superflurous dramatics to distract me. I can't be bothered with Idiots meanderings. Where's the tower?
More late nights. I'm starting to work out the unsettling sounds in my head. The little reverberations sending waves bouncing around, altering tissue. Old memories and new memories are beginning to take shape in sound. I suppose I should be excited. I'll release an album by Christmas.. but the process is a lot harder than I could have imagined. My subject is myself. This is a tough mirror to stare into.
So, without Devo I'm left back to my own devices. There's no more superflurous dramatics to distract me. I can't be bothered with Idiots meanderings. Where's the tower?