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May. 14th, 2007 01:00 amFor my latest feat of self-indulgent derring-do, I present a mode of art that has been neither popular nor successful for the last 35 years: the concept album.
Obviously this isn't an actual album, since I know less than nothing about writing music, though I did have melodies drifting through my head when I wrote these lyrics. And it's only eight and a half songs long, which means it is at best a "concept EP" or perhaps a far-off-Broadway one-act musical.
But it took me forever to get this stuff out of my head and on to paper, so I beg your allowance of my grandiose delusions. I call this opus...
CALL WAITING
( Read the lyrics here. )
Obviously this isn't an actual album, since I know less than nothing about writing music, though I did have melodies drifting through my head when I wrote these lyrics. And it's only eight and a half songs long, which means it is at best a "concept EP" or perhaps a far-off-Broadway one-act musical.
But it took me forever to get this stuff out of my head and on to paper, so I beg your allowance of my grandiose delusions. I call this opus...
CALL WAITING
( Read the lyrics here. )
