Thank You: A Thursday's Whispers

Hello Team! It is your humblest of humble Taffy Sunburst McKittrick here and I want to go ahead and inform you that I am missing the parameter of the datapoint. Ha, you probably don't know what that would mean. How could you because you don't work at a putrid day job like me or with me. I rolled in this morning and grabbed a cup of Maxwell House (that's all they brew here!) and sat down at the computer. I began tinkering and fingering the database, that's my job after all, and guess what: go on guess: I spilled my cup of coffee on the keyboard. Ugh!! It's times like this that I want to climb in my van and pull up to a street corner and ask the beautiful-est woman on that corner to climb in and run away with me. To a place where pony's gallop and billygoats graze and the sun blasts away. Enough of this madness!!!

Baby, whut do u want????

baby, whut do u want?? from Taffy McKittrick on Vimeo.

Well, I found the gal. She called me on Saturday night and said not to freak out but that she was sick and maybe it wasn't swine flu after all but that I might want to take a step or two back from her. I got the sense she didn't mean because she was ill but rather because she believed that I was crowding her, in an emotional sense. Fine, I thought, just fine. At this point I asked her to tell me how she thought our date went down last Tuesday and she said something about how she wanted me to "be less of a lady and more of a caveman" which I have no idea what that means. Probably something about being rude and misoginous instead of polite and tender and delicate. In any case, I didn't know what the heck she was going on about. Baby, I said, what do you want????

your first look at the mind at work

Okay, so all that madness last night at the apartment complex got me going and so this morning I was strumming quietly and I stumbled across a gentle shuffle in e minor while words were rolling and flowing in my head. Nothing formal came of it but it was all there, bouncing and bounding. Naturally, I had to abort any progress to go to the unnameable day job. Well all day long the e minor shuffle was there and the words were there, sort of quietly pulsating. I just forwarded my phone and ran to the outdoor break area and sat at the picnic table (despite the fact that it is currently raining!) with my notebook, scrawling all this down like a fevered madman. I may just have something here. Drum roll...Here's the first couple stanza's and the chorus.

Please let me know what you think of this. i'm going to work on this tonight to get it firmed up (note: some lyrics I know are bad, just place-holders and the title is just a working title) and, should my resolve stiffen, play it at an open mic night. if nothing else though, I'll record a video of me playing and put up here.

Dark Monsters in the Complex

em........................bm ................................a
a tapestry of muddled sound comes whistling
bm ..............................em
down on puddled ground,
c ......dm........ bm..... am/a ........em
like rain it comes, it drops, it falls.

em ......................bm .............................a
you're all down there, thinking you're all that.
bm .........................................................em
but here's some news for you, neighbor, you
c ..........dm ..........bm ............am/a ..........em
ain't so neighborly, are you? well are you?!
b7.......... a......... a7
when you shriek:

em ..................................................c
we're rockin' it, we're rockin' it 2x
em ........................a ........c .....................em
we're out here rockin' cuz we like to rock.