Happy Lostmas everyone! Let's all gather round the TV and sing "Jungle Bells." I would be watching Lost when it starts in 5 minutes, but I hate commercials, so I have to fill my time with other things for the next hour so my Tivo can build up a good buffer in order to skip said commercials. So I figured it was time to release another song!
Those of you who follow my blog will note that I have repeatedly, over the last several months, talked about getting back to writing music in my monthly resolution updates. Well, I was not blowing smoke, as they say. I have, in fact, been writing music. I've written a couple of minute-long pieces for podcast or audiobooks, but I also wrote a full song…the first I've written in a couple of years.
I liked this one enough that I decided it deserved the full-up treatment. Well, at least the full-up treatment that could be provided without actually spending any money. So, for the last couple of months, I've been orchestrating, recording, editing, and mixing the song, and I finished it today. I have to say…I'm really proud of the quality of the production on this one.
I think I've also decided that sometime in the future I'm going to release a CD called One Man Band with all of the tracks that I've recorded entirely by myself. This would certainly be on the CD. I played all the instruments, did all the vocals, and completed the whole thing here in my apartment. (Can I just tell you how much I love the democratization of recording equipment? The home studio has been a godsend to me.) This is the sixth or seventh song that I've produced over the last 5 years or so that was done by me at home. That's almost enough for a real album. Keep an eye out for that… :)
Anyway: the song.
I have discussed on my blog often the difficulty I've had transitioning into an "adult" life. I struggle with the regularity and monotony of it all. That was one of the few nice things about being a gypsy performer. If I didn't like a situation, I knew I only had to tough it out a few months, then I'd move on to something else. But now that I have a big-boy job in the real world, the sameness of life gets to me a little. I feel like I'm so busy going about my life that my life is actually passing me by. There are so many things I want to do and try and experience that I can't when I'm sitting behind a computer screen, making money for someone else.
I've found that many people my age (or, to be honest, younger, since I got a late start in the workforce) are struggling with the same sort of thing. We've had a rough realization that we can't, in fact, "be anything you want to be." That sometimes you just have to do what you have to do to get by. The things we though we wanted, we've all of a sudden realized aren't that important to us. It's been an awakening.
I can't speak for all of my generation, but I can say this: I've started to realize that what makes a life a life isn't what you do for a living. I may never have the kind of job where I will jump out of bed every morning excited to go to work. But life, true life, is enjoying what you have, not pining for what you don't. I may spent 40+ hours a week behind a computer screen making money for someone else. But I have my weekends, the farmers market, photography, music writing, audiobooks, TV, video games, food, an awesome dog…and that's even more important.
These thoughts and feelings were the basis of this particular song.
Another Day Goes By
Music & Lyrics by Matt Armstrong
Copyright 2010 Silly Looking Little Man Music (ASCAP)
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License
A takeout container
Or ice cream for four
Or watching The Simpsons
Stretched out on the floor
Walking the dog at 11PM
It's raining again
People walk by me with nothing to say
A nod or a smile as they pass on their way
And another day goes by
Up every morning
At 7AM
The daily ablutions
Repeated again
40 more years left
Of selling my soul
Too young to get old
Another long meeting where nothing gets done
Another long day when I don't see the sun
And another day goes by
Didn't sign up for living life
Without a life to speak of
Didn't agree to pain
With only muted hues
Wanted to be someone
Accomplish something
Bigger than myself
Knew that I'd never lose
By living the life I choose
Curled in the lap
Of the luxury life
Watching the pictures
Of torment and strife
Flickering light of disaster removed
And nothing to do
So many roads open, more choices ahead
The ones in the past, too far past to retread
Still searching for something that I've yet to find
Still stumbling along, out of breath and half-blind
But never refusing a laugh or a cry
And another day goes by









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