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I have written a second new hook! This one's reggae. Not touching it. Just needs the story filled in.

And I wrote the lyrics down! This makes it officially 50% of the way to it getting recorded.

Plus I wrote down the first one! And I finalized it - aka, it needed some words to go with the tailing riff out of the hook. Appropriate snark.

It's not a long way into writing a new album, but I like these hooks well enough to think they're going to be on it.

The motivation is returning after over a year of none whatsoever. Progress!!

Finally at the prelim mixing stage. Did a chill original song to mellow out with all the global weirdness going on. Guitar is Danelectro 59 (picking track panned hard left and strumming hard right). P-bass, keys, drums and main vocal up the middle. Two chorus backing vocal tracks, one hard left and one right. Still gotta chill some sibilants, fix some cymbal artifacts and mix. Having fun and trying to stay sane in the basement at the end of the day.

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I have a hook!

I've turned chores into light opera. I sing all sorts of songs. COVID left me with one good thing - my vocal chords can sustain vibrato now, and when I'm loosened up, bring on that Gilbert and Sullivan.

COVID: "Let's mess with him. We'll alter his vocal chords to encourage him sing a lot now. Lolol."

Me to COVID: "Well... it's better than this on-again, off-again rash you left me with."

My hands, in a squeaky chorus: "Yeah!"

COVID: "You can't say I never gave you anything."

Me, pondering my ex-es: 🤔

Anyway, as is my newish wont, I was singing away, when I tired of singing some songs again. I only know the lyrics to a few Nat King Cole tunes. So I started singing a riff.

Lyrics sprang forth like the waters of Meribah. Which means, they are guaranteed to piss off someone with power. It's a Biblical thing from back when God was toying with becoming a Republican.

God: "I was a first-time parent. Look, a god can change its mind. That's part of the job description. You know, you people are incorrigible."

Me, gesturing at everything: "We know."

So, I have a hook. I remembered the cadence (a big thing when just making stuff up without involving an instrument other than my voice). And it successfully passed the crucial "sings well in the shower" test, where a bridge was added.

It now needs verses and for us to keep the duct tape on democracy in place a wee bit longer so my muse has time to write, and I have time to ramp up. At some point, an instrument or three will be reactivated after a year of dormancy. Ramp. Up.

My fingers: "Groan. Callous training again."

I'm always a day late and about $150 billion short. Democracy needs more duct tape. Please order extra rolls of the stuff. My muse has verses to write.

In this month’s edition of SONGS TO LIVE BY at 5AM STORYTALK, I take a fresh look at Marvin Gaye’s “Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)” and wonder what we – especially artists – can take from it 54 years after it was released...

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5AM StoryTalk · Songs to Live By: 'Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)' by Marvin GayeBy Cole Haddon

In the basement putting down some bass tracks for the new song. Think I got it. Final stages. Just a short 16-bar guitar solo next between the final verse chorus and end chorus. Guitar solo will just mirror the main vocal melody line. Time to start thinking about a song title. H’mmm.