"Good Mornin', Lady!"

Wednesday: An Affront to Modern Love!

Good warm and nibbly Wednesday to you, my blog-adoring audience. My mood of late has been ping-ponging round and round like so many options on a lazy susan at a restaurant of chinese extraction. Why, you ask? Life, I answer. Life. You will recall that last week around this time I was body-surfing gigantic waves of bliss due to the crashing tidal pools of all the friends I had made on facebook. What a ride it was! But naturally that wore off a little and here I still find myself: miserable at my day job as I tinker in the database while my pain-killer addicted boss trundles around the office looking for the pen they misplaced (hey dipnuts, look behind your freaking ear!). Then I crawl back into my car and drive through the traffic-strewn streets, back to the Regency Towers apartment complex, back into my unit, #8 wherein and whereupon I find myself sitting on the couch quite a bit and enjoying a beer or three no matter the evening or occasion. It is a wheel inside a rat-race inside a floating molecule, if you follow that. But yes, these are the items that confound the modern artist. You can sit and play nintendo and get a good buzz on OR you can get your fat ass off the sofa and create some blissful art.

Well, I did the latter the other night. I wrote a new song called The Unicorn Stampede. This is a song that finds me, your humble hero, attempting new and terrifying things. For one, I took an old folk legend and made it a song. [This is an approach that has worked for that band that Jim Coggins (Accounts) told me about. This band does a lot of prancing and uses fancy-pants words and bases whole albums around cute little tree-sprites and rabid ponies and such. (I don't want to bash anyone public-ly but let's just say their name is not The Novemberists). In any case, I took a page from their operating manual and hand-crafted a song from folk-lore)]}. For another thing, in keeping with the purity of my intention, I had to move into a horrifying zone where I use the accents and vocal registration of an old Irishman in 1104 AD as he tells his son, little Bobby Fitzdoodle about the thunder in the sky. "It's when the horse-lord mates with faeries" he tells young Bobby. It's The Unicorn Stampede.

Man, I hope you dig this song! Let me know if otherwise!!!!

the Unicorn Stampede

The Unicorn Stampede from Taffy McKittrick on Vimeo.

The Glaze of the Magnificent Dance: Friday!

Yes my friends. This is what I have to say to you in so many words: Yes! It is a re-assertment of principals and ideals and wheretofores and whether-tos. I am riding high on four fingers of caffeine as well as the recently upped dosage of meds (courtesy my shrink, Dr. Block!) and I am suddenly tasting possibility in my arm. That came out funny but I know what I mean. I mean that my arm - along with the rest of me - is coarsing with fluids, alive and bursting like so many dewy seed pods. This is living and a part of life. No denying it.

My songs are now out there in the world, staggering like little hobbled orphans asking you to put some love in their tin cup. "We are ever so hungry guv-nuh" they plead with their round pie-eyes. What they want is simply to be held and adored. Feeling the thick hot glow that comes with mass approbation on a global scale. "Please" they bleat "Won't you stick your love in my cup?" Well, won't you?

"Sunburstin' Love"!

I Don't Want To Go To Work!

Momentous Mountains: Friday!

Do you ever get that feeling, that tickle in your bones and loins, like some giant exotic bird of prey has landed on your shoulder, drifting down like a giant flapping piece of detritus made from a starlight explosion? Well, of course you do, you're human after all! But check it: I am all abuzz and atwitter this Friday. It's part caffeine, part Friday, part that people across the land are having a tepid love affair with my songs!!! All that hard work, from inside the walls of my apartment, all those burritos, all those dates that didn't happen and the pain they wrought. Now look and see! Just look!! I am on a mountain top and I am shrieking this to the world like some feral coyote who has just feasted on lamb (note: possible song lyric). Whew, it's nice to feel so good for a change. Yes sir.

Why Don't You Like Me?

Sweet Wednesday Blessings

Hello to you! I am typing these lines on the sly at my place of employ but I am so giddy with wavering excitement that should my boss trundle over I might just look that boss in the eye and say "yeah, I'm on the internet, what of it? You're on painkillers, I'm on the internet. Fair?" I don't know if I'd have that A-game at my disposal when it came time to put up or shut up but I've chosen to share with you that bit inside my head. Why you ask? Well, I have no answer.

One possible reason that I am bubbling and burbling with excitement is that I now have several friends on Facebook! It is quite wonderful. One of them appears to be a dog but I am not yet facile enough with the interface to determine if it is an actual dog with an account or someone feigning dog-ness in an effort to spread comedy around the internet like so much thick mayonnaise. A benefit of this Facebook deal: my music is now out there in the world! It is being evaluated and loved. I cannot tell you what this does to my insides. Or rather, I won't (tee-hee).

Monday: New Tickles of Beginings

Hello and good afternoon. I am preparing to have your mind blown: I have joined Facebook!! I know, I know. Before you get on my case for having "a blog" and joining Twitter you should understand that bringing myself out of my dark hole and up and into the light is not the easiest of tasks. I want to share so many things with you. Beautiful things. Sometimes disturbing things. In some cases things you would probably prefer to not know about me, or anyone for that matter. But that said, this is all a way and means to an end if you follow that.

I had a shiny, and glorious weekend of beers, microwave burritos, songwriting etc. I am still marvelously ensconced in my tortilla of bachelorhood (if you will!) but I am beginning to sense that spring will create and provide a young woman to enter said tortilla and join me. All things for a reason, right? Think about it.

Hips on Hips

Tremendous-ness!

Greetings to you my fine blog reader! Today is another delicious morning and I am well-caffineated and ready to do amazing things. Of course, I am stuck in the day job today so that is sort of a neutralizing agent for my shimmering excitements if you follow that. A reader left a comment on my post new song! stating that she - for I believe the reader is a she - enjoyed the new song but felt that it lacked a certain brightness, or immediacy or pungent nature more associated with the earlier works I have shared with you on this blog. Okay, I will grant her this. I gambled on that song and lost! I admit it! (Actually I didn't really gamble, my hand pressed on a button inadvertantly and it froze my voice and guitar for one moment, making it go into a sort of transcendant loop. You can hear it at the link for new song!). The reader, as well as you gentle reader, will be energized and stupefied to know that I will be posting a new song late this afternoon. You will find it a return to my prior, unguarded and unpolished stature. Thank you.

A Glory Day: Monday, April 6th, 2009

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Well, Looky Here! (No, over here!)

Greetings and sun salutations to you my blog-reading audience! It's the kind of morning where the dew covers the mist-strewn flowers and birds buzz around your head like tiny bumblebees. Can you feel it? Where a energy shake of fish parts and gumdrops sounds like just the ticket! (note to self: what does that mean exactly?!) In any case, no more asides or exclusions. I am high on caffeine and today the day job is humming along, if not exactly at a razor's edge, then maybe a mild to lowgrade sort of clip. You follow?

For awhile I've been hearing about some band that makes songs about little british chimney sweeps and victorian women in corsets. This is the sort of band that does a lot of prancing onstage and also gurgling and has a lot of costume changes. Steve Coggins (Accounts) keeps telling me - ever since he heard my song last week - that I would absolutely love them. Yesterday he brought me a copy of their newest offering and I listened on the drive home. Can I tell you something? I don't get it!!!!! It reminds me of the AV club in high school, who the whole school mocked mercilessly. (Now granted I was in the AV club but still...). Plus the singer uses a lot of words that force you to draw attention at him. I don't get that. Not sure what the lesson is here. Probably to stop listening to Steve Coggins.

This is April 1, 2009 and it is time to enjoy things!