i'm no larry king

oh my goodness I'm busy this week. tons o' films lined up here next to me. good ones, at least: terminator, contact, raging bull, the exorcist. I now know and will somehow retain chapters of worthless trivia about these films. it's frighteneing to think of the space this will take up in my head -- space that could otherwise be allocated for phone numbers, people whose names I just can't remember but happen to see all the time, and music lyrics, of which I know very little. I mean I read them and enjoy them, but I can't sing along word for word. last night lou reed was on this kick-ass new show on bravo called musicians. this quirky sweater guy interviews songwriters and then gets them to play. anyway last night quirky sweater guy asked him what he wanted to accomplish as a songwriter. after stating he really didn't think of it that way, one of the things he said was that he always tries to craft his lyrics so they could stand alone from the music and still tell a story. that's a unique way of looking at lyrics in songs -- I never gave two shits about lyrical content in songs until recently. not that I didn't read dylan's lyrics, or lou reed's, outside of listening to the piece, but I always thought the words got in the way of the music. plus, the music should tell the story. but now I think it has to be a collaboration in tone, rhythm, pace, and melody. don't let the words get in the way, though, -- if you do - back off and release a spoken word album, ok. or maybe you're in a group that doesn't give a shit about either part anyway and all you want is a kick ass manager, which means you're on your way to airwaves and MTV in no time.

as usual I did not plan to end up here when I began writing, so now I'll just leave quickly.