Saturday, January 7, 2012

Music Doesn't Come From My Brain

I can't make music come from my brain.  It just doesn't.  If I ever hum anything, I make it up, unless it's the Elmo Song, or the Wedding March, or Do Your Ears Hang Low.  How the fuck am I a poet?  How did any sonic qualities get into anything I write?  Actually the last rejection I got, a good rejection, suggested a path for revision favoring sound and lyric over things and rhetoric...

I do love process though.  I love forcing things to arrive by a machine I've created.  Here are some beautiful music machines that I love...


  1. how the fuck am I, POET?????

    sounds like a threatening line in a gangster movie. LOL.