Mr.Immovable

Mr.Immovable is finished, I played it with Roemer (the drummer of my band) for over an hour. Been singing it too, and I feel good about it. It's a sweet song, a bittersweet fantasy tale.

Next week I want to make a video-clip for it, using just paper, a pen, and frame by frame shooting with a camera. I want it so fucking bad. Damn.

You know when an idea gets stuck inside your head at night? And you want to see if the result is to be compared to what you had in mind? That's how I am now. No camera in sight, though there's plenty of paper to be found.

I also want to try out my guitar songs on the piano, and then change them. And when there are five songs (or more. More is good). I want to perform. A lot. A awful lot. Experience. Experience. Needed. So. Bad. Dot.

I am completely obsessed by the Dresden Dolls. I'll admit. Their music inspires me, Amanda's blog inspires me, their whole style and way of performing is fabulous. When I finish the video-clip I'll most definitely send it to them. No chance they will see it, but nonetheless, I can always try.

And to make everything even better, Frauke will listen to our music next week. She plays the cello, and I want her in the band. I'll be in heaven when a cellist plays in my band. That would make the band even more of a quirk than it already is right now.

I want to do so many things, but I've got so little time. I want to work my ass off in the vacation; play with lots of bands, visit performances of other people, play for people, talk with people about music. Breath music. Would be great.