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You know that song that gets stuck in your head all day? There is no remedy for the way your temples bulge in and touch just behind your eyes. This isn’t about that song. It is about one that I wrote. I refuse to record it. It’s a brag anthem for my old band and the melody of the chorus gets stuck as if each note were dripping with super glue. There are four notes, followed by seven notes, and then eight notes. It repeats with a rest and then three notes for the first group followed by the same seven, then eight. It is basically a three-note, or three-chord progression. Yes, I have a rhythm and lead line for it. Yuck! There is no profanity or lewdness to it but even the words get stuck in my mind.

When I first wrote it I was probably not sober by a long shot. It blossomed like a promising crowd pleaser of an anthem that quickly morphed itself into a cheesy rip-off of itself. No band in their right mind, or not, should ever consider belting it out to a crowd. I shelved it a long time ago. The problem is that it keeps bouncing off the back wall of my mind. I even wrote a lyric one day that I felt was evolving nicely until I recognized the inflection from that piece of suicidal disaster. Now I have two sets of lyrics that will never see the light of day in anybody else’s eyes but my own. Even then, they will be locked behind gritted teeth and squinted eyes.

All I’ll give you is the title: Legasys. Few bands have ever pulled off a song named after them’ and this is the pinnacle of reasons why. A group or artists’ music should sell them and they should not sell themselves literally by a song. Think of your favorite artist(s) and try to write a song about them. Now, imagine them singing it to you. It’s a stretch on my part to impart to you just how much of a bad taste this leaves me with. It’s like a commercial repeating the same phrase over and over (think speeding up your PC or getting rid of a headache). Now multiply that disgust a few million times. You’re getting close. Da, da, da, da… Da, da, da, da, da, da, da… Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, daaaa… (Rest), da, da, da… Da, da, da, da, da, da, da… Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, daaaa…

There are three things the muses should have left in the dark; the three-note progressive arrangement and two sets of lyrics. I can’t wait to get in front of my amps today! That’s the only way to drive the insanity away! Even if I have to melt tubes, unravel strings, and turn pests into gelatin, I will rise above?