I don’t post most of my writing on the Internet. My poems exist nowhere – except perhaps some ancient web archives – and I have lyrics to exactly four songs accompanying my videos on YouTube. If this seems odd, then there’s something you don’t know about me. I’m protective of the work I am most proud of, to a point near paranoid. Honestly, the reason is that I’m worried my work will get jacked by someone more immediately able to use it.
I fully acknowledge this is a ridiculous concern.
At the same time, I doubt if I’ll change this habit. Someone asked me today how many songs I’ve written and the list came to over 20. I really need to find a decent room somewhere in this city to record in. My apartment walls are too thin, its windows too. I just need somewhere quiet with good acoustics, like a bathroom… is that too much to ask?
Anyhow. I’m going to post some lyrics – with paranoid credit – to a song that I performed tonight at open mic. I’m proud of this song, not in the sense that I think it’s amazing, but because of how it came about. I was practicing two songs yesterday that shared a common theme, and between them I stumbled onto a decent riff. The lyrics came almost immediately. A day later, I had what I could almost call a final version. Almost. I know better.
So here it is. Don’t rip me off. You know who you are, Vedder.
