More musical psychotherapy. This one has the rather bland name of Life. I was going to call it something a bit more snappy, such as Yes, Death is Fairly Imminent For You (yes, you there), but that doesn’t have a real musical ring to it. So, it’ll be Life for now, but I reserve the right to change the title.
I was going to do more with this song, but my computer started choking on the file. This one has multiple layers of guitars and even more of voice. I think there’s a five-part harmony on the very last vocal line. Bit overboard there, but that’s psychology for you (or psychotherapy is–what’s the difference between those two?).
Anyway, you’ll be pleased to know that I worked the IRS, Pakistan, the Russians, drugs, drinking, pets, and the contemplation of mortality into this one.
In other mildly related news (related in that it has to do with music), I did a little impromptu song and dance for my two-year-old this evening. In the kitchen, of course, because that’s where we bond (over food). He stared at me for a puzzled moment, and then started imitating me. So, there is hope.