Sometimes when I get a creativity block in one particular artistic thing, I just jump to another and hope I can get something done there. For example, I recently recorded a surprisingly awesome song called “She Never Told Me,” which you can hear on my myspace profile. People really like it, and I really like it, and I want to record an entire EP for the summer, you know, with a really cool folksy, Animal Collective vibe to it. But lately I can’t think of a damn thing. All of my lyrics suck, the melodies aren’t cool enough. It’s driving me nuts.

So the past couple of days I wrote a play. About a guy who can’t think of a song to write. His pressures are a bit higher than mine: he needs the song by Monday and he hasn’t written anything, and he intentionally broke up his band and his relationship with his girlfriend so that he could get “in the zone,” so to speak, and he still can’t think of shit, but it’s roughly my state right now. It’s only a one act, but it’s pretty funny, though it needs a bit of work (the last scene sucks, but I’m working on it).

It’s just funny how if I can’t think of one thing, I’ll work on another.

This entry is all about me! Meeeeee!