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If You Want It Baby

New Song Week

If You Want It Baby is another last minute song. I let the day just slip away and now I’m tired. But I ain’t gonna just give in. I’m behind this week. Thursday is tomorrow already and I got nothing to post. It’s probably gonna be another late night.

But this song, for today, is done. It’s based on a melody similar to one that we play on several songs in the Barehand Jugband, most notably Sugar Puddin’, which is starting to become a really big crowd pleaser. Mainly because the girls singing it are struttin during the whole song.

Anyway. This song is like that one, but different because I wrote the words to this one and put them in a certain order.

Okay…that’s enough talkin about it.If you want it baby, come grab my joystick.

Leavin’ You

New Song Week

I barely got this one done. I sat down at 11:18pm and churned it out. Was a real struggle today. I didn’t take a whole lotta time for to write a song and so I ended up puttin in a last gasp at the very end. That’s a terrible way to write. I’ve learned ya can’t wait around for inspiration to hit ya. There’s a quote by someone…Norman Mailer, maybe…floating around out there that goes something like, “Inspiration is for amateurs.” And that’s the truth. Ya gotta put it in t get it back out.

I didn’t put it in and so I’m left with this little blues song. I kinda started diggin it after the second verse, though. And I’ll probably work on this one a little. It’s got something going for it. Like a train engine. Like a trout.

Anyway, goodnight, sweet dreams. Here’s what I’ll be a-dreamin about:

I'll never be leavin' you, but if I do, it'll be on a Triumph.

See ya tomorrow for the next new song.

You’re All I Got

New Song Week

So this week I’m gonna try to write a new song each day, Monday through Friday. I actually wrote You’re All I Got last night, so, really, I’ll be writing new songs Sunday through Thursday. Anyway.

This one is an attempt at a love song. I’ve been told my love songs aren’t really love songs at all. Maybe that’s true. But I tried really hard at this one. Maybe it counts. I can’t tell. I know I was feelin some love when I wrote it.

The melody came pretty easy and the words kinda fell right into place fairly quickly. I had a chorus, but it didn’t add anything new or interesting, and it wasn’t really a chorus. Maybe a bridge or something like that. A divider? Either way I cut it out, so I’m left with 4 short verses and a song that’s about one minute long or so. One minute is really easy to listen to, even though you’ve got so many other things to spend not very much time on.

No harp on this because it was late and I didn’t want to wake anyone up.

Let me know what ya think. And drop in tomorrow for the next new song.

Sometimes it feel like a pile of logs is all I got.

Nothing Oughta Be Like Nothing (Part 4)

Arrangement Week

I took the (somewhat) easy way out today. I was gonna be ambitious and play the fiddle for the fourth part of Nothing Oughta Be Like Nothing, and I did try, but Good God. I used to know a little bit of fiddle, but let’s just say, I saved yall from some serious pain.

So instead I played the mandolin. I’m by no means a good mandolin player, but I can at least strum the chords I need to strum and sing while I do it. There’s no bow involved. No rosin. No tuning fork. It’s all tuned the same, though…like an upsidedown guitar with four strings.

Anyway. I finished the song this afternoon. There’s no chorus. No bridge or extra part. It just is what it is. But it’s one I can really get behind. I usually don’t really get behind songs that take me a week to write…I guess I just worked harder on this one.

Tomorrow I’ll merge all the files together and we can hear what that sounds like. It’ll most likely be a big mess. On Saturday I’ll record an “official” version of the song and then it’ll be done and I’ll maybe start playing it out around town.

So, there ya go. Four days of the creative process or struggle or whatever ya call it.

Nothing is hard when you work hard and put in time.