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Day Thirty Eight (Year Two)

Got a late night phone call from B. tonight.  Apparently she finished off a set of lyrics for one of the progressions that didn't have words yet.  She sent me a couple of demos of it, and I really like what she has.  My only quibble was a single word choice in the chorus, but that ought to be easy enough to adjust.

While she was working on that, I spent the day doing some work on a song idea myself.  Not sure if it'll end up a tune for the band, or if it will end up on the pile of things for a solo project some day, but we shall see.  The notion came out of an interesting discussion I had with R. about the nature of relationships and why we stay when maybe we shouldn't.

Listened to the Butch Walker record today.  He's done it again.  "Summer of '89" is as catchy as anything he's written, although not as spectacular as his cover of "You Belong With Me," but then again, nothing can ever be that awesome, so.

Haven't thrown in the new Counting Crows yet.  This is weird for me, and yet, I understand why.  According to Adam's liner notes, the record is the soundtrack of the film, and somehow in my head I need to watch the film first.  My copy of it is waiting at work, though, so that'll happen tomorrow night at some point.

Nevertheless, the little bit of the record that I allowed myself on the way home last night gave me chills... I absolutely love that band.

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