Well, here’s the second version of this song (originally written and recorded in December 2011). I used the Carter Family’s version of “Wouldn’t Mind Dying” as the melody. And I rearranged the words a bit. I like this one better, but it’s still a little too sentimental, I think.
Used fault to not get
hero.
Inequality tests.
Cops to be
fatal.
Fast shouts possible.
Shipwreck fined.
I haven’t done a rewrite or re-recording of an old song in a long, long time (if you consider 7 months ago a long time). But I figured I’d get going on these again, at least to get me thinking about writing songs again. It’s been awhile since I even considered that (other than the Talkin’ Headline Blues that I’ve been keeping up with). Mainly that’s been due to not being on anti-depressants, then being on them, then feeling like a crazy person, then wanting to tear out all my veins, then feeling okay again, and, finally, repeating all that over and over and over.
So, anyway, I’m doing these again. Or, at least I’m going to try to keep up with them. This one is from back in late-November 2011. This is where you can hear the original and read about where the song came from.
It’s a little interesting because the original version was about a very specific thing. I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to rewrite it since it’s so out of date. Then I started thinking about cooking. About doing no cooking. About what else you’d be doing with your stove if you weren’t cooking. About how anyone manages to hold it all together every single day.
So, it’s about a lot of things. Mainly it has nothing to do with cooking, though. See?
Also, this new version is a new version of an old song I wrote, but that old song was a rip-off of another, older song that I changed the words of in order to get my point across.
This new version feels more like a rewrite of that original, older song, Bound For Glory. It’s got no agenda. It makes every point. It’s got almost none of me in it. It’s got almost all of me in it.
It’s both of everything and none of nothing.
“Woman’s knockout pains
more epic.
Homeless places trafficking
CEO parents.
Happy bear loses butt,”
fumes baby.
This homebrew, from the end of September is the result of:
So, I had a bunch of leftover grain because Brew and Grow (the shop I buy supplies from and which should really be named “Brew ‘n’ Grow”) used to only sell one- and five-pound bags of grain and I never needed that much of anything since I only make one-gallon batches that need like 0.01 pounds of Bavarian Special B Malt.
This is probably one of the main reasons I stopped brewing back in April. I had to spend like $20 or $30 in order to make 8 or 9 bottles of beer. NO ROOM FOR PROFIT. And then I had all this extra, specialty grain that I figured I would NEVER USE. (Note: Brew ‘n’ Grow now lets you scoop your own amounts. THANKS BREW AND GROW, you’re the best.)
Okay, so, I had leftover grain and I found the jalapeno saison recipe in Brooklyn Brew Shop’s recipe book (with the real intention that I wanted to make pickled jalapenos) and I thought, “What could possibly go wrong by using a bunch of random grains and not really following the directions and grain amounts in the recipe?”
Well, the beer is NOT GOOD. I mean, it’s okay. You take your first sip and you’re hit with HOT HOT HOT STEAMING BURNING MY TONGUE SPICY THIS TASTES LIKE A PEPPER I’M ON FIRE. But then that goes away pretty quickly because you’re also drinking beer. So that part was good and you just kind of keep drinking the beer until you get about halfway through and you think, “Oh, this isn’t very good. I don’t like this. It’s not very spicy tasting anymore. It feels like I’m chewing something. It tastes like when you bite aluminum foil. Yuck.”
Of course you finish the beer, though. And then feel terrible the rest of the night (because maybe you also had a second one just to see if the first was a fluke).
But, it was an attempt at something. I’m sure worse beer has been made. This is what it looks like. It’s cloudy like backed-up toilet water:
Note: The more of these that I drank (and I’ve gulped down all but one so far), the more I thought, “Oh, this isn’t THAT bad.” So, in conclusion, I like the taste of backed-up toilet water.
Next homebrew review…Chocolate Maple Porter.
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