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I'm officially starting my Pepper song for Director Bob. He may or may not like it, he may or may not use it, but it's my project.

My approach to this song will be different to the way I have written all of my other ones, I'm going write it from the outside in - if that makes sense to anyone else other than me.

I'm completely open to suggestion for it, so please, if you have any ideas - shoot away. Otherwise I'll be plodding along. The final result will be uploaded for peeps to hear.

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31/08

Update.
The song is sounding a little more minor than i had hoped, I've got the first verse DOWN but I am very pleased to announce that the Gong is IN.

I do it for the peeps.

07/09

Update.
I'm officially re-starting my Pepper song for Director Bob.
The song was far too sad - not title track material at all. (oh yeh.. It's gonna be title track material all right). I did a little mixdown of what I had done, so I might just chuck that into it at the beginning of the new song for fun.
I think it could have a cool blues swing to it, some simple lyrics and gospel type harmonies.

Like:
a simple cowbell beat fades in... and I'm hummin away with distortion on my voice, soon to be accompanied by a bit of slide guitar from an 'old rusty-stringed dobro.
Then I start singing.

"oh Pepper, you made me an emotional leper..... a-ho ho ho ho..."
then the Gospel choir comes in "aaaaaammeeeennnn"...

.. and then..

GONG

then a tooth-harp solo to take us all the way home!

The song almost writes itself really.

There and back again

8 months ago I set off on a quest for independence. I held my flag high as I gallivanted off, marching to the sound of my own war-cry 'Im-a never-comin-back.

I battled land and sea. I survived starvation and scurvy and coped with thievery.

I have now returned from yet another chapter in the novel that is "Seshna's Expeditions" a little older, a little less wise, and a little more broke.

So you're sayin 'what happened Seshna? You moved out to be by yourself - to go the high road - to not take any shit offa nobody!'. Well it appears lady irony stepped her big meaty boot in with one hand on her hip, the other clicking in front of her face moving side to side lettin out a 'mmMMM'.

I had the largest writers block I've ever had in my life in that small apartment. It sucked the soul outa me. The music I played became a string of non-sensual notes. The walls were sponges that absorbed the melodies from my head, and I was left feeling like a washed up discarded crustacaen's exo-skeleton on the beach. If those walls could talk, they'd say.... nothin at all.

I can deal with the cold and the hunger, I can deal with people stealin my bike, but if a place starts screwin with my head, its time to get out. I think it'll be a slow road to recovery - but recovery none-the-less.

Apart from that my band has been idly mulling over band names. We made a couple of logos here :







but I'm pretty sure we're going to stick with next time hearts. I like that name, I think we can put any look on it that we like.

So we played our first gig last night (sunday 14th of August) under next time hearts, even though it wasn't really the whole band - Brent was in Port Hedland.
We arranged to meet up an hour and a half before the gig to have a little jam - ya know, to get into the swing - then we could just idly waltz on in all casual like, do the gig then get the get drunk.
Sor'ed.
We met up as planned and jammed a beautiful little jam. We were in the zone really. We casually kept an eye on the time, until one of us says "hey.. its time to go" and we all nod in respone "coo'... coo'..". It all seemed to easy.

We paced kinda slow, chucked a majority of the stuff into my little daihatsu, it was real nice. Checking we had everything in the car, I slammed shut the hatchback.

I think it might have been milli-seconds, maybe even nano seconds before it closed when a reflection of light caught my eye. A reflection of light that could only be reflected like no other thing other than car keys. In those milli-nano-seconds I considered jamming my hands in the way of the hatch, which for obvious reasons wasn't the best idea I've ever had, which I think is why my sub-conscious must have opted against it, so then I thought maybe **SLAM** ... too late.

So there we were, with no slack time.. no 'just in case something goes wrong' time, the guys wondering why I'm trying to scratch my way through hatchback car window while beating my head on the top of the car. We had to be playing in less than half an hour, that included getting there, setting up, and sound checking.

It was probably unfair of me to think, but the first thing I considered was to ask Rob's housemate to help us - because being a tradeworker he should know how to break into cars. I don't know what led me to that conclusion.

In short, this picture explains how we got out of the mess..



Thats me with the coathanger, thats Michael pulling the door, and that person you can't see is Rob. While we were pulling our hair out trying to get this damn door open, Rob was watching us thinking of perfect photo opportunities. The man is a true artist. I believe the whole gig would have been worth it for Rob even if we couldn't unlock my car to get there and play, because he got some really nice photos.

The corny ending..

We unlocked the car just in time to floor it to the pub, banjo hillbilly music being our fast car theme of choice, to unload our stuff, do half a sound check and start rockin'.

I couldn't really believe it when I saw that I had over 10 friends there. I used to have a fear of showing up to a gig and nobody being there but friends and family(because I'd look like a loser who can't pull a crowd other than friends and family), but that night I don't think I'd have it any other way.

So this is a direct note from me to each one of my friends and family who take their time to come and watch me strutt my stuff on stage:

Thank you, you are the best people in the world.

-Seshna, God of Rock.