I'm kind of insane for the Beatles right now. (If an imaginary reader gets the reference in the title, they win a prize! So! I offer lots of non-existant prizes to non-existant readers, don't I?)
Recently, I've found myself listening to them more and more. And playing them pitifully on my dear ukulele. (By the way, in a recent issue of Time, they had an article about how a big ukulele renaissance is taking place right now. People are buying them in droves because it makes them feel good when they play. Also, it makes them super cool. I am so ahead of the times! Har har! Bad pun!)
I'm reading this massive biography of the group by Bob Spitz. I feel like I'm going to get into one of my obsessive reading cycles. A year or two ago I read every Audrey Hepburn biography in the San Diego County Library system. Every one. It was the same story every time, but I still read them all. For a while, I also read books exclusively on parakeets. My gosh, I'm insane or something.
The Beatles are fantastic. It's just weird. How are they that great. How? I just don't get it. Magic. What would today's music be like if we hadn't had them?
Sigh, sigh. I'm wandering all over the place, and should probably delete all this. Oh well.
In other news, mom went out and measured the thickness of the snow outside. Six inches. This is our third batch of snow. I'm beginning to feel suspicious of all the people who told us it snowed only one day here -"Barely enough to whiten the ground! Ha-ha!" Those people also said the summers only got into the 90's. I'm probably exaggerating, but I think we had a month of days over 100 degrees. I'm not complaining (hey, I got three days of work and school this week - I'm not complaining AT ALL), just pointing out the discrepancies here.
So, how did I spend this snow day? Not going outside, that's for sure!
No, I spent the day becoming painfully aware of how unmusical I am. I decided, all fired up from this Beatlemania thing I'm going through, to write a song. Here's how the day panned out:
Writing easy, almost asinine lyrics ("you" rhymed with "do" at least twice, etc.): 1 hour
Figuring out chords: 4 hours (no joke.)
Recording: 2 hours
Total: 7 hours, for one idiotic song.
I don't think I'm going to be the next Lennon-McCartney.
But, hey, I enjoyed myself. And I've got a pathetic little song to show for the day.
That's all that's going on with me at the moment. I'm doing good.
Goodnight, dear void.