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New Song "Los Angeles Sucks And I Want To Die"

I don't know that I've yet to be as proud of a song that I've written than I am of this one.

It's the second one in a row I've written with no drums. Maybe I'm writing showtunes, I don't know.

It was inspired by an Instagram crush who completely ignores my comments on her posts. That was probably what the last one was about too, I can't remember. There's probably a lot of those in my repertoire.


Seems like it's either the kitchen window or the shower where I get these great titles, but the title just came to me as I was standing there looking out the window. As usual I burst out laughing a little too hard at the idea, then sat at the desk, found the right mood, and the lyrics just poured out of me in about two minutes.

I recorded a rough demo with my phone but the truth is my hands are still not great at playing certain chords and I can't really play this song. Impulsively I posted it online and half expected to regret it in the morning. Nothing your instagram crushes who don't even look at your posts want to see more than you writing awful ballads about wanting to slit your wrists, am I right?

When I woke up I was surprised to read some positive comments that generated considerably more interest than the happy go lucky song I'd posted the previous morning.

I did a t-shirt mockup with the title and put it up for sale on Amazon. Maybe it's just a good catchphrase.

I let it sit for a day and realized that while the bridge was embarrassingly awful, it was actually a really good song and I had it stuck in my head.

Since I still couldn't play the chords I transposed the whole thing once again in Garageband and was pleased with the basic acoustic guitar and vocal, but thought it might be a little repetitive. I threw in the string section and that was all I needed.

Everything else came together in under an hour. The video is from my library, but I don't think it's from L.A., just a random out-the-window video I took somewhere sometime.

After listening a few times I just looked at the screen and couldn't believe I had written this. I'm so pleased with it, quite proud of it, and was in a very dark way impressed that a friend who I sent it to replied "are you ok?".  That was quite a compliment!

Well, here it is, my dark goth show tune or whatever this is:


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