slipjig3 | Aiee! Filk! Help! (Reply)

There is a part of my brain that I swear is trying to kill me.

Like today, for example.

rafaela and I were driving along, and on the radio comes "88 Lines About 44 Women" by the Nails. Great song, one I hadn't heard in a while, especially on the airwaves. So I'm driving, and listening, and grooving along, when that part of my brain spoke up.

"Hey, there," it said. "'88 Lines About 44 Fangirls' would be funny."

I immediately began whacking my forehead against the steering whell, screaming, "No! No! Bad brain! Stop that! Nonononono...." And immediately after that, I started writing the $%#&*!. God dammit.

So, yeah, "88 Lines About 44 Fangirls." It's done. And it's not bad.

Um. After twenty years of serious moody folk-wankage songwriting, when exactly did I become a filker? I mean, I've almost got enough for a set now.

*seethe*

*sigh*

EDIT: I just went back and listened to the original Nails track again. I wish it to be known that my metric rhythm's better than theirs. Thank you.