Endings

Yeah, endings. That word can mean some pretty deep stuff, I’ll tell ya. But I probably won’t get into anything like that. When it comes to endings for me, sometimes I just don’t know when to STOP PLAYING. I used to think that because I could play guitar, that the music I make should include as much guitar as possible. I’m finding out that it kind of sucks when I do that. At least to my ears. So, maybe not an ending of the whole song, but at least the end of a riff. If I get something catchy, I need to stick with that. Before even that gets old too at least. There are a thousand ways to end a diddly. And I say diddly because most of the stuff I “produce” can hardly be called songs.

Plenty of people ask me:

“Where are the lyrics?”

I’m not much of a poet, lady. Ain’t nobody got time for that. Not only does my voice only bloom in a handful of distanced keys, but I’m not near as into that. I want to model sounds and make noise. With everything. Trouble is, when do you end one sound to get down on another?
Endings, man.

This is starting to sound like a far-fetched correlation, but hey, I can’t call it.

Maybe I should just end it.