I have this theory that years of explaining complex, technical information (as well as barely technical information — things like the difference between POP and IMAP, shit like that) to noncomplex, nontechnical people has changed the way I communicate. Years ago, I remember my writing being a bit more dense, my word choice a bit more exciting, my ideas expressed a bit more dynamically; these days, I break ideas into smaller pieces, with short words and short, simple sentences. It’s great for explaining things to clients but when I do want to write something a bit more flowery, something like song lyrics, I have a really fucking difficult time getting my ideas on paper unless I am in a very particular mood.

This is where I am right now. I have the music for two songs totally finished, about 13 minutes, so I’m almost half-way to my goal of a 30-minute set for my acoustic show in twenty days. I plan on working in a cover, so I really only need about 25 minutes, and then you figure there will be a few minutes of tuning, some between-song, “Hi, thanks for coming out, I’m Chris and this is my first show, self-deprecating joke, awkward moment that you’ll hopefully find endearing,” and shit like that, so… I’m close. Problem is, lyrics are proving to be a drag. One of the two is done and I’m not in love with them but they work; the other… not so much. There’s a third that’s far enough along that I could do lyrics and I’m in the same boat. The way I assemble sentences has changed so I can help “developmentally delayed” adults understand the complexities of their iPhones.

Fuck! Rant over.