When my cat, Madame George, snuggles up next to me and turns her asshole to my face I think she is trying to say, “Hey thanks for all that cat food and emptying the litter.”
When I turn her back around I think I am saying “Get your fucking asshole out of my face and face the other way around.”
She turns back, tries to offer her asshole again, “Really I insist, thanks for all that cat food and changing the litter.”
I turn her around again, “No no. Stay the other way!”
Neither side wins. It continues until the end of time then into a space let us call “no time” – all possibilities are squished, pancaked. Indiscriminate body parts collide, yes, the cat gets her way in theory though who can measure for how long exactly in this new reality unfortunately permeated with The 5th dimension singing “when the moon is in the 7th house..” unending like Muzac in an elevator. So this is eternity I think to myself and finally find meaning in death. Thanks Madame George.
“Did you write anything last week?”
“Ya, I wrote 2 songs maybe 3.”
“I didn’t write 3 amazing songs …but 3 songs, ya.”
“Let you in on a real secret Bob, it’s about quantity not quality.”
“Quantity not quality.”
“That’s correct. Quantity not quality.”
“Maybe something good is in there but, chiefly put, the task is to keeping it flowing. Maybe some of this is great stuff maybe some of it is just nuts but you gotta write all the time.”
“I get it.”
“Quantity not quality. That’s the name of the game. (looks both ways then adds confidentially) If you’re thinking about quoting me I suggest you start right there. There will be a test next week so make sure you study all this crap Bob.”
Okay Sam, thanks. Next week.”
There is this beautiful thing about arranging. You listen to it 10 million times and make changes over and over until it feels like there is nothing left to do. You take seriously any change or doubt that might materialize.
If later it sounds like there is too much bass or not enough piano, do it again with less bass and more piano. Whatever you realize, you address….over and over.
It couldn’t be easier than today when people have access to what in yesteryear was maybe $40,000 of equipment replicated in $200 software plus you can record in your bedroom or in a taxi or in a stairwell. There is no excuse to not indulge every whim and since everyone now has the tools it’s totally about talent whereas previously it was more than 50% about privilege.