Ideas for recordings of the Lincoln County Historical Society.
- The next album is called I Hate Myself and I Want to Die.
- Percussion for one song is two guys banging on a sheet of plywood with baseball bats.
- Percussion for one song is boom-chuck-chuck on 1, 2, and 3 (like I hear in my head when I listen to "I Heard It Through the Grapevine").
- Melody for one song is this.
- Actually me whistling into the tape player and it getting all clipped sounds pretty righteous. We should work that in.
- Another melody: this.
- Another melody: this.
- Narcissus.
- Let's go to Radio Shack and get some analog electronic components and try running an electric guitar through an RC circuit or something.
- We need to put a parental advisory or something on the cover to go with Andy's thesis.
- Cover ideas: one two.
- We need a song with percussion like a galloping horse.
- Mysterious forest theme. It has to be done on the keyboard with a heavy synth sound. I'm afraid it may be a real tune I heard somewhere.
- A song title: "The Saddest Thing in Seven Centuries."
- Let's go to a pawn shop and see what cheap mucial instruments/equipment they have.
- A really heavy song with nonsense German vocals.
- Song title "Zwinkerndes Smiley Emoticon."
- "Spaghetti Sauce": Oh spaghetti, oh, oh, spaghetti (sauce) / Peanut butter, pea-peanut butter (and bread / stand on your head / eat some jelly instead) / Macaroni, mac-macaroni (and cheese / you better get on your knees / just do what you please) / Mashed potatoes, mashed mashed potatoes (and chives / you better run for your lives / go on, sharpen the knives).
- A good title and subject: "Chromatic Aberration."
- Growl
- Start a song with the spoken words: "Y'all are ugly."
- Let's credit all the songs to "Lennon/McCartney".
- "All Tomorrow's Panties"/"Give me your orgasm": Open up your thighs / Try me on for size
- A reading of "The Dead" by James Joyce.
Songs to cover
- Billie Jean
- Venus in Furs
- A Quick One While He's Away
- Fascists Eat Donuts
That's something that could have been done, if it were not for certain unmannerly manisfestations of otherworldy lugubriousness. Certainly one attempt at trying to succeed would have been nought but another way of saying "I love you." But wherever they may have gone, they are not here now. Greeness is keenness--if you can't understand that you're in real trouble. Gorgon diaphragms of ethereal nothingness to further of many certain underside towers. Cocksucker. Timidity is of and wistful duration growth pointing always towards true north--the way to heaven. Gristle too, it must not have been very tough or we very should over there but not here now. Don't do that again! Lameness, sameness, rameness, aimless--aimlessnesses. Twitchy aren't you. Have another of softness to begin a new life in the tropics. If surely were to be with the other if the flowery tendrils in their sinuous course over water and perihelion, to which rather our attention burns rather fiercely, burns without much though to the radical notion isn't it? But now we're getting somewhere. Scribble it up before she sees. What's a poor fellow to do?
