THE DOTTED LINE SONG

So this is a bit of a trip down memory lane, couldn’t think which category to put it in, so it’s being filed under Online. If you don’t like it, then you should probably be a little less serious.

Many moons ago I tried my hand at songwriting. We have all been there at one point or another. There’s a pretty standard order for the steps required if you wish to nurture some musical creativity:

1. Get hormonal.

2. Become obsessed with the music of one artist or band, normally because your hormones are going wild and you fancy the singer.

3. Use this as an excuse to claim a knowledge of music vastly superior to all others.

4. Start saying things like “I’m into music” or “I didn’t know you were into music” because you think being “into music” is a thing, rather than understanding that everyone on the planet likes music.

5. Learn an instrument, because your hormones are getting desperate and you need to impress any, ANY potential mate.

6. Learn to play other peoples’ songs because it is a convenient shortcut.

7. Get bored when it doesn’t work.

8. Hang around, sulk, then eventually grow up a bit.

9. Decide to do something with this skill you have magically acquired. Write song.

10. Repeat step 9 until something vaguely musical is produced.

So once upon a time I followed these steps, sort of. And music sprung forth and it was, well, okay. Then I forgot all about them (the songs and the steps). These days those meddlin’ kids can produce a tip-top sounding recording using their iWhatevers but in the good ole days that wasn’t going to happen. A few friends and I holed up for an afternoon of fun and games and recorded some tunes and then seven years later I found a few of them. It may sound a bit rough, a little in need of polish, but at the time we thought it was the business. I should probably mention that we did have a drink that day…

Here’s one of the songs:

DOTTED LINE

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