Composition and its elements

So, I wrote this song yesterday. Originally, I began to write because I was accidentally watching tv and I heard, in the background of a commercial, a song with what I thought were the lyrics "pumpkins on fire." So I went into my room and started a song with the words "pumpkins on fire." It was fun and flirty (flirty?) but as I moved along in the process, I realized that the song also had an opinion. It did not want to be a silly nonsense song. As I kept writing, I realized that the song was actually about the way I viewed the dynamic of the relationship I have with one of my friends. So I went back and altered the beginning of it to be more appropriate. And by the time I finished the song I realized that it was actually about several of my friends.

The whole birthing of the song from my musical uterus was kind of a surprise to me. I did not expect it to come into existence, nor did I expect it to be of any quality once it had grown up. I guess it was a lot like my friend Whitney, that way...she was an accident baby..I think. Anyway, the point I am trying to make is that I really didn't have a whole lot to do with the song. It just sort of happened. Because of this, I am beginning to view music the same way I view humor. Let me begin by stating my view of humor:

Humor is out there, in the universe, just floating around. It is all around us, always, a lot like the force. Funny people, like jedi, are able to tap into this ever-present humor and draw it from ethereality into a form more enjoyable by the rest of humanity. People who aren't funny are trying to fabricate humor without tapping into the living, breathing, humor-force.
Music, it seems is the same way. Music is always around us, permeating everything, and musicians sometimes get lucky and tap some current of the force and a song comes out. That is why you hear musicians talk about how a song "doesn't want to be that way." Or "it felt like it needed to go this direction." They say these things because the song itself already existed. Musicians just happen to be the conduit through which it came to us mortals. That is how we can explain "crappy pop-music." It is music that is forced. Music that did not come to the musician, but music that is crafted from nothing more than human knowledge of intervals of sound wave frequencies.

What is the moral? Have faith. If you only believe in that which is good, and act accordingly, you will be guided to that which is best.

The Phantom Menace

I just watched Star Wars again. I realize that Episode 1 was not nearly up to par with the original three, but it turns out, I love Star Wars so much that I love that movie. It is phantasmic. I loves it.

But really....I have this bad habit of thinking. I call it bad, because I never think about things that pertain to my present situation. I often think about things like robots and where the best place would be to take shelter if I wandered into a war zone. I never think about school or the homework I should be doing (geology paper? what paper?). Due to this improperly timed thinking, I have come up with an idea. Actually, I was taught this idea in primary. Sunbeams, I think. "Make decisions before they come up." It works. If you make a decision before it becomes a problem, it is no longer a problem.

Next thought. I have no attention span. My friend meagan pointed out to me today that I can't even spend more than about 40 minutes in her apartament before I have to go wandering and come back. Why would that be? I guess I am a product of my generation. Or I have ADD. One of the two.

Please forgive this awkwardly planned post. It is neither thoughtful, nor funny. But here it is. Love it like a down syndrome kid. It may not have the skills of other posts, but it has feelings too.

dan

It was a date??

So, today I took a date to the ballet. Personally, I love the ballet. I think it is beautiful and classy. (Incidentally, my date was also beautiful and classy). Before I progress my thinking any further, I feel I should say that I enjoyed my date. I have never spent time around said female that I did not enjoy. That being said, allow me to delve deeper into my thoughts. I am old. Perhaps not by all standards, but by the standards of the BYU unmarried underclassmen, I am most definitely old. So, while I may not be contemplating marriage with every girl I take out, I do engage in the activity of dating with the end goal of eventually finding a spouse. I have always in the back of my head a mental eye, which is looking for signs of feminine interest and therefore of relationship potential. Now I reach my beef with the women: you are un-translateable. I cannot for the life of me tell whether or not a girl is interested in me. In my life, I have had two actual relationships of any legnth (i.e., more than two weeks) and to be totally honest, I wasn't sure even then if those girls were interested in me. Best I can say, the only girl I have ever known for a fact to be interested in me was Bobbi Jo Rorden.

Lest this sound like I am using the interweb to pout and whine, allow me to belatedly present a thesis. It is not the first time I will have said this and I believe it firmly to be true. Women should all be like unto stars. I mean this in the sense of the movie Stardust. If you have seen this you will know that when she (the star) is around the he (the boy, who is not a star) she glows. This glowing happens because, in the recess yard vernacular, she likes him. If girls were to do this in real life I feel that everyone would be a lot happier.






Although...in the movie the glowing didn't happen until after there was a lot of hate for him from her. But during their forced companionship.....so I guess what we can take from this all is that love is not found, but forced, through mutual hardship and imprisonment.

Any girls want to go rob a bank??

An Initiatory

Yesterday, over at that blue apartament complex that Kara, Kate, Lexy and Neisah (names in alphabetical order) live in, Christian and Lexy were comparing blogs. All that talking about blogs made me feel left out. Like all humans, I have the need to belong so I have decided to start a blog for Lexy and Christian to read (others are also welcome, but secondarily) at their leisure. In the future, entries will be more exciting and though provoking and ocasionally, laugh out loud funny. But this first entry, when I break my blogging hymen, will be awkward like every broken hymen in history.
This I promise,
Sincerely

Dan Steinbeigle: Virgin blogger