Softly he said...

I guess if it's going to keep snowing like this I might as well stay in and try to write some songs. Just one or two more, I think that's all the album really needs, though I'd rather only have one old song on there rather than a couple. So yeah, closer and closer.

I write songs quickly, when I'm in the right mood or sufficiently motivated. Song after song. Back when I was with the Ratz I wrote half our first album's songs in pretty much a day because we lied to the guy from the label about how much material we had. I mean, it's not like I'm composing symphonies or anything, but a lot of people take longer. They fuss over words or just the right lick or whatever, but I almost always just get it all out at once. Yeah, I might have bits of six things by tomorrow and have to toss most of thing for being absolute shit, but that'll still leave something I can polish up over the next few days and it's done. My head is always full of noise--it's a relief to get some of it out. Sometimes it's like I just have to shut up and listen to what's already there. Which sounds easy on paper, I guess, but I don't always want to face what's there.

[Accidental audio]

--No, I don't want to try it again, what I want is a fucking cigarette. 

[The sound of several voices arguing, a lot of Curt swearing including a phrase that may or may not be "pig-fucking sons-of-bitches,"  and something crashing to the ground.]

Fuck.