Friday, July 12, 2013

Claymation Attacked My Youth

Again and again and again

There's a band down the street rehearsing.

And every one of their songs sounds good.

But every one of their songs sounds the same.

And they don't really care about this.

They think they have a signature. They think they can create a brand.

They might be right. Music these days is more about branding than sound. Or music. Or instrumentation. Or singing.

They asked me what I thought one day.

And I listened. I considered carefully.

I scratched my chin like I'd seen wise men do when I was younger.

And then I told them they needed some Claymation.

They laughed. Told me there was no such word.

And went back to playing another ten songs that all sounded alike.

And they didn't even notice when I slipped out the back, walked down the alley, and stopped in at a local bar.


Who Am Us Anyway? said...

I can totally relate to claymation attacking your youth young man, but when when *I* was your age, weasels ripped my flesh, and did *I* complain? NO! I didn't complain because we didn't have TIME to complain back in 1776! Why, back in seventy seventy-six we were too busy singing songs like ...

Carson Lee said...

I like what you write.

And the spaces in between the lines.

(P.S. I am a raisin wearing shoes and singing "Heard It Through The Grapevine." -- You weren't making fun of *my people* were you? :D )