Community Thread / Tips and Questions

Ok then.

Subtle. Where can we go to talk about stuff we feel like talking about rather than strictly songwritting?

Because I am sure if you designated a certain thread for that, this thread would die.

It's simple demand. No one wants to talk about songwriting and songwriting only. And if they do they do it here. But if you want a dead and barren thread go ahead and restrict such actions.

I personally do not see a problem with the way that it is even though I dont post too much here anymore.

Here = MX.
 
This is my second account. I have 3 other accounts on which I have about 4,000 posts all together, and then maybe 3 or 4 that only have a few hundred.

I've heard of Belle & Sebastian's The Boy With the Arab Strap, and they're Scottish... does that count?
 
Heh... on the subject of rap a mate of mine recorded two of Shakespeare's Sonnets over a garage beat. It wasn't badly done: though it was kinda hilarious hearing some big blinged up guy go "Yo, yo, whaddup... Let me not to the marriage of true minRAB admit impediments..." I wish I still had the recording but he moved away and I lost my copy.

Hey, in my English class I just read Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !


The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

It's still debated what the hell it means, but it's a pretty darn good poem.
 
I was in 6th grade, and I knew the Pokemon rap... but I bet you guys did too.

Working at the Olive Garden rules, the waiters there pull $500-600 (if you work Friday and Saturday nights) in tips a week. Today was orientation, I start training Wednesday.
 
Bleghh...
I have 3 semesters left and all I want to do is drop out and tour. I have no interest in ever having a "real" job, plus I know my current professors would allow me to keep using my practice space if I stayed in the area. It's not even that school is so bad, I just can't stand the thought of being forced to get a real job in order to pay off debt. I'd rather work a dead end job so that I can quit at a moments notice to tour.
All I need is a van that I can modify into my own little roving home.

On the other hand, finishing school is the last thing I have to do in order to make my parents happy, or at least to let them rest a little easier. Plus, they're giving me $1,500 for a tattoo if I graduate on dean's list, which is way too easy for a music student at state school. I'm probably digging my own grave by getting it done now though.
 
You should go into 'performance art'.

I hear there's a market for artists that love feeling like shit, but don't abandon their passion of the arts and instead expresses it through obscure and self-referential physical means.
 
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