Happy New Year, For All the Good It’ll Do You

December 31st, 2021

At this point, I can finally tell you what happened with February Album Writing Month, seeing that now it’s March, no, April, no, May, no, almost next year. What I was hoping to be able to do is drop the album, the February album, the one I wrote, hint, hint, right after February, and a good part of me was waiting until I was done to send out my next newsletter, which was pretty dumb, because procrastination: somehow this last month, no, two, no, several months seem to have gotten away from me. Sort of like the 2020 Coronavirus Tour, which at this rate will make it back to Boston sometime during the Malia Obama administration. But, unlike the Malia Obama administration, the FAWM album is actually here.

What’s kind of remarkable is that I actually wrote ten songs, and some of them are really, really good. I haven’t written ten songs in a single year in, well, more than two decades. Usually, it takes me forever – I have to get everything just right. The great thing about FAWM is that you don’t have time. And yeah, I wrote some mediocre stuff, but the overall quality level is kind of delightful. Here’s how they came out.

  • Let’s Panic: a fairly morose assessment of the world. Basically, Eeyore as troubadour. A decent song, not bad to start with.
  • Modern Art: I like this one, and She Who Must Be Taunted really likes this one. I recorded it and sent it out with my newsletter in February.
  • Blaming the Weather: I don’t do earnest very often, and this one has a clever kind of twist, but you’ll never hear me perform it in public. Not a bad song, though.
  • The Horse is Gone: what happens when the Internet gets hold of a proverb. A keeper.
  • Three Kids in a Trenchcoat: ska! I used to be in a ska band, you may recall. I can hear the horn section. You’ll probably never hear me perform this one because it needs a full band and then some.
  • Arrow: the dark side of Cupid’s Arrow. I love, love, love this song. But it ain’t funny.
  • Get Off My Lawn: c’mon, you knew I was going to write this song eventually. Definitely a keeper.
  • Bad Dog: kind of a canine jazz waltz/West Side Story sort of thing. Best song of the month, hands down.
  • I Find Myself: clever. I gave myself a gold star, then buried this song in the garden.
  • The WDPHTSSM Blues: stands for “Why Do People Have To Suck So Much”. Some night, late, you may talk me into playing this one.

In case you’re keeping score, that’s five songs out of ten that I’d be proud to perform. That’s a pretty good ratio, if you ask me.

And so we bring this fantastically crappy year to a close. My wife, She Who Must Be Taunted, and I count ourselves as two of the luckiest people in the world, because, in this horrid craziness, we actually had a pretty good year, together. We took lots of walks, and rearranged the house so that we can both work, and installed a programmable doorbell that makes the doorbell sound from the Addams Family, and drove down to Washington DC to see my brother and his family, and neither of us got sick, and we got to spend tons of time together. And I wrote other songs besides these, one of which I just finished this morning, and, well, you’ll just have to wait till the next newsletter to hear all about that one.

Happy New Year, everybody. Next year’s gonna suck, too, but at least we can’t be sure of that yet…

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