What a strange weekend. It was a race weekend (by which I mean there was a race on somewhere in the world - Milwaukee - so I was to be working) but the race was on Saturday. So I had half a weekend. It felt really wrong and yet so right. Saturday felt like Sunday and Sunday felt like Saturday. It was quite confusing, but the fact that there was only one day off meant that I was inspired to actually do things on my day off. Usually when I have two days off, I put things off on Saturday ("I'll do 'em tomorrow") and then do nothing on Sunday ("It's the day of rest") so the whole weekend ends up being 48 hours of nothing.

Not this time! I actually, like, did stuff! Sure it was all design work for something that I'm not going to be asking money for, but I was still pleased that I got off my ass. Figuratively speaking, of course. Computer work is on-your-ass work.

I also got "further" in my song production work. Still not far enough to get any songs "finished" (okay, enough quotes) but something might be better than nothing. Am continually stumped by the lyric-writing part. I got nothing to say and it really shows.

Last night I met up with one of my best and oldest friends at Lou's for some teriyaki wings and beer. Mmm... Anyways, we discussed the lyrics thing. I've asked him to write lyrics for me and at first he was eager, but I think I intimidate him. Actually, I know I do. I have standards for lyrics that he considers to be strange, exacting and unpredictable. He's likely right. Why do I hate the lyrics of Noel Gallagher and yet love the lyrics of Neil Finn. Both of them write lyrics that are more emotive than cerebral. Neither of them write lyrics that really make any sense. But one of them I love and the other drives me up the wall.

Writing lyrics for songs is such a strange and complex thing. You're so incredibly limited. There are only so many lines in a song. Each line itself is further restricted by length and cadence. Oh, and content if you want it to rhyme. Essentially you have to be willing to paint the words onto a canvas with a pretty broad brush, where each line can relate to the next in a way that needn't be so intimate.

I have a very hard time doing that. I have lyrical intimacy issues.