I had a lovely time playing at the Saucy Sundays sessions in the Grand Social this weekend. It’s such a gorgeous venue – I felt instantly at home when I climbed the stairs. It’s the right side of comfortable, and I just got a nice vibe from the place and from the organisers as I arrived and lugged the piano up. I will say that I felt a bit rusty getting up in front of a crowd for the first solo gig I’ve done in a long time, but the crowd were really receptive and I remembered what I enjoy about gigging.
This song was previously demo’d about a year ago, and even shoddier than this demo I’m posting today, but nonetheless, the song has come together more in my head, and I’ve a clearer idea of it now than I did 12 months ago. It’s a cute little pop song that kept popping into my head in different bits and pieces, that all came together on the piano at one point. It has a jauntiness that makes me smile, and although I think I really intended on making it quite a musically simple song, it hops back and forth between two keys instead. Oh well, that’s what I get for intentionally trying to write something simple and straight forward. It seems that when I try to write something more complex, I end up using two or three chords!
Nevertheless, I like this little tune. I fuck up the piano, as I’m wont to do, and I probably go off key too, which is my other little issue when I’m recording myself. I really hate recording myself. Just thought I’d put that out there.
But yeah, this song is about liking someone you should really like in that way at all, but you know, you can’t really help who you fall for sometimes can you? I kinda like the gender-fuck in the lyrics, and it was intentional.
I re-demo’d this song before Xmas, while taking a break from working on a different demo. It’s just a simple little song. The lyrics were written way back when I was a teenager, and are about a friend I had back then. I didn’t write the music until about two years ago or so, when I came across some of my old school stuff again, and discovered those lyrics amongst a batch of other, wonderfully embarrassing, songs and lyrics.
But I have a fondness for the song, though it’s fleshed out a lot more in my mind than what I ever record of it, and it’s one of the few songs I’ve written that are about or for a specific person. I’ve written about this song before, when I posted an older demo
I’ll be playing the Saucy Sundays live sessions on the 16th of January at 5pm, in the Grand Social (formerly Pravda) in Dublin. If you’re around, drop in and hear some of my music in a live setting!
I’m reposting this here from my facebook, because I can’t face doing my “review of the year: 2010” just yet. I have a feeling I didn’t do one last year either. They’re rather sporadic, and usually happen on LJ.
Someone wearing lettuce as a hat.
a straight boy deciding to prove he wasn’t homophobic by kissing me. Thrice.
5am impromptu music session
dumplings
“some like it hot”
jake gyllenhaal’s arse
That feeling when you go to a gay bar where you know nobody, and no-one knows you.
random friendly cork gays, and lovely twitter folk.
People wanting a go on Damien’s cigar. Not a double entendre.
the middle-aged woman in the fabulous outfit who bonded with me over some other random guy complimenting both of us, “he liked my dress! he did! and your trousers! he did! And he liked my dress!”
“do ye do chips?”. They did. And doughnuts.
Meadhbh’s straight guy admirer on Barrack St at 4am in the great coat
“I work at apple, you know? Do you know apple?” but her swiss boyfriend was handsome, so we’ll let it slide.
Discovering that Meadhbh’s idea of food shopping is buying toilet roll, bed sheets and olive oil. She’s a prostitute.
I should also add, that most of the conversation between us on NYE was done in the vein of Katie’s Corner. It was that kind of day.
