Ever thought about starting a band? I'm pretty upset I didn't hear about Willie Mae Ladies' Rock Camp in Brooklyn until two weeks after it was over. I live, like, ten minutes from Brooklyn, and it was on a weekend. I totally could have made it.
But I didn't. And I still hear songs on my constant 8tracks.com stream (BitchTapes channel, sponsored by Bitch magazine, aka my dream job) and dream about forming my own little band with my own little friends and making my own little indie sounds.
Then I remember my innate instinct to throttle anyone who tries to collaborate on lyrics or melody. Maybe I'd better stick to myself. So a few weeks ago I birthed a band with the aid of pure narcissism. Isn't that so twee?
I can't tell you anything else about it for fear of copycats, but I will say that I've composed a melody and the words to exactly one verse. I've been at least a little productive, which is more than I can say for the freak nutjobs who mobbed Arlen Spector yesterday.
Seriously, though. Death Panels? Has anyone actually READ the Life Counseling Clause?
In other news, who noticed my new cornify button on the sidebar? Click it, I dare you.