Soundcloud Dip
I decided I wanted to do some internet house-cleaning. We all have those old accounts out there. (I’m sure there’s a defunct MySpace page that exists for most people over 40. Looking at you, Tom!)
My Soundcloud page, from 12 years ago is on my list.
I was going to delete it. Just now. Then … I listened to it. And maybe I’m bias. But it … had something. As my Soundcloud bio says:
“All made from "Garage Band" - I'm no musician - just having a little fun with loops. Don't worry - I have other hobbies I'm much more dedicated to. (:
So yeah, I guess "fairly painless" is the highest praise I'm shooting for here. Enjoy!”
I had a beef with Gwyneth Paltrow 12 years ago … and um, wrote a song about it, using Garage Band loops. (Sometimes, I’m just a dope. But at all times, I am not a musician. See link in the song title.)
Gwyneth Paltrow,
You are not original, you are not original,
Gwyneth Paltrow
I don’t like your GOOP, I don’t like your GOOP
Oh
Gwyneth Paltrow
You are not original, You are not original
Gwyneth Paltrow
I don’t like your GOOP, I don’t like your GOOP
Oh
Gwyneth Paltrow, I hate you
Gwyneth Paltrow, Oh
You are not - that much.
You are not rich in substance
And I won’t pay you that much, oh oh
I hate you
and not because I’m a hater
I’m a lover
and I hate you
Gwyneth Paltrow, oh
Apparently, I’d post my little “songs” on Facebook and didn’t get a great response, so:
And then, this … there’s this “song” about nothing being softer … than liquefied cotton (Aaron Neville inspired?)
Every substance has its melting point
Why, just the other day, I was melting some cotton, Ah
Nothing’s softer than liquid cotton
That’s it. That’s the whole “song.”
So … why save junk like this? Well, I grew up with a huge narcissist. We don’t talk any more. He’s a folk musician now. He takes it very seriously. (I won’t mention his name. Because while I have my opinions, I wish him all the best. His whole thing, is just not my cup of tea.) I don’t want to be like that. And I LIKE how pathetically homemade all this is.
So, here it is - FOR NOW. The goofy nonsense I make up in my head, working my way from one noun to another. On display, for all to see.
Enjoy.