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Apr
09

200th Post: The Day of 200 Songs

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My 200th post came up on me quite suddenly, but i figured it was momentous enough to mention. As I’ve said before, I never expected to keep this blog going as long as I have. My track record for most of my life hasn’t been great with diaries, journals and the like. I can be a fickle, writerly type with writer’s blocks, mood shifts, and a short attention span, but for the most part, I’ve struggled through and kept this blog going. Without really thinking about it too much, I’ve settled into a style and pattern of sorts.

Sometimes I’m too academic. Sometimes my descriptions are too unwieldy, and my verbiage gets the better of me. Sometimes I’m completely dissatisfied with my writing. Sometimes I resent writing about art and not writing art. Sometimes I get a flicker of pride after working through a post and it actually says what I wanted it to say. Sometimes I just wish my indecisive, overloaded brain would stop considering every possibility and write without self-editing anxiety.

This stifling inability to settle on ideas or write them out before I’ve worked them out in my head, spreads into all areas of my life, including nearly every novel I’ve ever tried to write. I think it means something that my only completed novels were written when I was between 11 and 14 years old. Self-doubt, second-guessing, searching for an originality that doesn’t exist, these are all the things that hold me back. I’m also starting to think I must have a mild form of manic-depression; during highs, I make a lot of notes and plans and feel flushed with my own creativity to the point I don’t even remember writing the words, during lows, I can’t even look at those same notes and other people’s art intimidates rather than inspires. It may also explain the parabolic (perhaps sometimes hyperbolic) shape of this blog. Maybe by admitting this on the screen to a relatively faceless audience, I can move on and actually act upon the latest idea I have for a novel and see it through.

When I was 13, I sent a novel-sized manuscript off to a publisher only to have it, of course, politely rejected. But now that there aren’t any of these barriers anymore (I could easily publish anything myself online), I can’t produce anything I’m comfortable with the world seeing, aside from a few published short stories. The freedom and opportunity scares me. It makes it too easy and suddenly the onus is all on me. And maybe I don’t let enough in. It’s like I’m afraid of being too influenced or being shown an idea I had but in a better style or execution that I never would have thought of. It’s a lot of ridiculous insecurity, I know.

There are also times that I wonder if I really am a writer – I think of that Charles Bukowski poem and wonder if I should be scribbling something new everyday. Or whether the fact I don’t means I’m not really a writer. I used to scribble every day when I was 12; I have the notebooks to prove it. I lost something along the way, and I’d like to retrieve it. Maybe this blog is part of that recovery. And maybe that’s why the 200th post matters.

Now that all of that rather self-indulgent rambling is out of the way…In honour of my 200th post, I’m going to try something out that could potentially be a lot of fun or it may not work at all. I’m asking that any of you out there who read this blog (or stumble upon this) give me one of your favourite songs – you can either upload it somewhere (preferable option) or email it directly to me at anglopunk@hotmail.com. Then, when the first 200 people have done so, I will compile them into roughly ten different mixes and post them up here to download. Hopefully, 200 people actually decide to participate, otherwise I will have to alter the plan as necessary. There are no restrictions, the tracks can be old or new – they just have to be something you love. Should there be doubles, it will work on a first come, first serve basis – if someone has beaten you to a particular song, I will ask you to choose another one. My hope is that we’ll all hear something new and perhaps in a new way.

Write What You Know – Stars

Paperback Writer – The Beatles

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11 Responses to “200th Post: The Day of 200 Songs”


  1. 1 Mickenzy
    April 5, 2009 at 3:38 pm

    Curses! I’ll have to sit this one out because I cannot possibly pick just one lol.

  2. 2 Rol
    April 6, 2009 at 1:32 am

    Do I still have to send you the song if I know it’s one you already own? Or should I try to choose something I think you might not have?

  3. 4 aria
    April 7, 2009 at 6:41 am

    just emailing you my song now. Hope you are getting lots of songs. Congratulaions on reaching your 200th post!!

  4. 5 Sheila
    April 8, 2009 at 2:29 pm

    Funny, I don’t remember writing this post and yet it describes me, and my delemma, perfectly. I have about a half-dozen novels started, and they are sitting on my computer secretly laughing at me as I flail around trying to find the inspiration to finish just one of them.

    Anyway, congratulations on your 200th post and, if you don’t mind, I will email my song(s) to you. I might fudge and send in a couple just in case you don’t get 200 submissions, and if you do, well, then you have some extras.

    Cheers!

  5. 6 jc
    April 18, 2009 at 2:22 pm

    ‘There are also times that I wonder if I really am a writer…’

    You shouldn’t. You are a talented and thoughtful writer.

    Oh and sorry that its taken so long to get round to sending you off a song for the project. Hope its going OK…..would be happy to send you 200 songs myself……

    JC
    x

  6. May 4, 2009 at 9:21 am

    Hi ya

    Could you -please- post the opening track from the John Hughes movie “Some Kind of Wonderful” from Propaganda (it’s genius)

    Thanks

    Scott

  7. 8 TeenageFC
    May 6, 2009 at 5:53 am

    Hi there,

    Just stumbled onto your blog after reading a post at Vinyl Villian’s blog. I like it…especially the post about Australia….that’s where I’m from. Incidentally, if your looking for other good Aussie music, you could try The Panics. They put out a great album a year or so back call Cruel Guards.

    I’m not really into the ‘Modular set’ as you called it (but thanks for providing me with that term), so my Australian music recommendations for you may not suit your ear. But then again, you strike me as a person who is open to all comers, musically speaking.

    So now to my song choice….I could send you an Australian tune…but none really speak for me…I could send you a U2 tune (my fav all time band – sshh all you U2 haters out there)….but instead I’ve sent you a song that hit me at a turning point in my life. The Origin of Love from the Hedwig And The Angry Inch soundtrack. If you know it, that’s great…if not I hope you enjoy it.

    Cheers
    CB

  8. 9 Alfalfas
    August 14, 2009 at 9:00 am

    could you repost “walk away” acoustic from franz ferdinand. the link to download has expired and I love this version!

  9. September 19, 2009 at 4:17 pm

    Congrats on your 200th post. Can you include in your 200 songs – “Lips Like Sugar” by Echo and the Bunnymen? Let me know if you need me to e-mail to you.

    Cheers.


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