My favorite thing about artistic freedom is the artistic freedom part. Can do whatever me wants, change sentence structure, use words in whatever ways, spell them howmever, et ceterabla. Do. Anything we want. With art. It’s one of the areas of complete freedom one can choose for oneself.
I’m going to record a song this afternoon, which I wrote decades ago. There’s another thing - you can do whatever whenever, too. I didn’t have it in me to make a nice recording of this tune when I wrote it, but I do now. Funny thing too is I remember it. Pretty memorable little ditty it is, and I look forward to sharing it out there. It’s called The Cow Song. I seem to like italicizing titles. Must be from some style sheet of yore.
Happy Caturday and remember to vote in this crucial midterm, and please do everything you can to keep the House and Senate Blue. I contribute what I can to MoveOn and SwingLeft, as I like their current and forward-thinking strategies.
I highly recommend following Letters from an American by Heather Cox Richardson.
TRANSLATOR just released a live album recorded at their final performance from their original, storied run, at The Farm in San Francisco, in 1986! I was at that gig and it was utterly mind-blowing. So I’m delighted to learn we can hear the audio now, restored from a tape someone smartly kept and voila, it’s on the Interwebs like magic.
OK, going to do me housey doings and then… make a new track! Because yes.