I built the foundation of the song from a vocal sample I made of another song I never finished. Used to do that: steal/rescue orphaned parts from songs I couldn’t finish to place in other songs I did not finish. Sang directly into the laptop mic. Muddy as shit and the chorus had no words.
If I wanted to finish this, it had to be better produced. And it needed lyrics.
For years I’d put the song on and mumble ‘ooh my my’ to it for some reason and it stuck. Nothing felt right if it didn’t rhyme with ‘ooh my my’. So that’s what I did for another year1: came up with words that rhymed with ‘ooh my my’ without actually having to sing ‘ooh my my’. SAT vocab hilarity ensued in my TextEdit file. I settled that the ‘ooh’ and last ‘my’ were most important, freeing the middle syllable. In the end, one solitary ‘ooh my my’ made the final cut. Compromises win championships2.
The main synth riff is complemented by upright piano recorded on my Pixel phone. I think it livens it up. It’s lighter. The ‘final’ version doesn’t deviate much from the initial idea. That’s all I got for you.
For the purpose of adding visuals, I selected The Red Shoes3 (dir. Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger) more or less for the image of the woman jumping into sentient shoes and almost taking flight. You see, first the shoes are white. Then it’s red. Dichotomy! The film gives us backstage insight at a ballet company, but it’s really about pursuing an artistic life at the expense of a personal one. So it’s ‘interesting’ my brain picked it ‘cause I have neither. Or they’re one and the same, I don’t know. Anyway, in this edited clip she’s, like, dancing with huge-dicked chad, then some incel cobblefuck handcrafts some footwear for her, which makes her reject the chad, her family and friends, but she’s a total femcel now who doesn’t need intimacy ‘cause all that matters is balletin’ in her hot reds. Those shoes are like my need to make music and reach an audience: it just leads to total and complete ruin. That’s just film analysis.
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stream the music [spotify / apple]
buy the .wavs & tapes [bandcamp]
why would the simple task of writing horseshit lyrics take years? because I’ll work on it for half a day, go to sleep, and eight months have passed. i can’t pretend I know how time works but that’s how it works
they don’t
i gave it 4 stars on letterboxd
