Maybe it doesn't matter
06/05/13 20:30 Filed in: Live
So I thought to myself as I was rehearsing: this is ridiculous. You’re the only one who has any skin in this game. The Random Judges don’t care what you play, even if you write a song called A Song for the Judge Who Gave Me a Six in Originality Last Week.
I was right. It doesn’t matter.
I played a short set. Here’s the setlist:
I’m Up
See the Light
Your Heart Breaks Apart
Move On
A Song for the Judge Who Gave Me a Six in Originality Last Week (probably not a good song to play at work. Unless you’re a hooker.)*
The score cards are below. I was pretty much finished with this rodeo anyway.
I suppose I cared at the time.
I dunno.
“Great original!”, yet a 7 for Originality. Brilliant. That song is for you, buddy. And your mom.
* I considered a Bleeped version of A Song for the Judge Who Gave Me a Six in Originality Last Week, but I thought it might just be as pointless an exercise as performing at the Redneck Bar, so cover your ears, all you unattended-by-adults out there.
I was right. It doesn’t matter.
I played a short set. Here’s the setlist:
I’m Up
See the Light
Your Heart Breaks Apart
Move On
A Song for the Judge Who Gave Me a Six in Originality Last Week (probably not a good song to play at work. Unless you’re a hooker.)*
The score cards are below. I was pretty much finished with this rodeo anyway.
I suppose I cared at the time.
I dunno.
“Great original!”, yet a 7 for Originality. Brilliant. That song is for you, buddy. And your mom.
* I considered a Bleeped version of A Song for the Judge Who Gave Me a Six in Originality Last Week, but I thought it might just be as pointless an exercise as performing at the Redneck Bar, so cover your ears, all you unattended-by-adults out there.