It's Storming In Here (45 minute)
A morning storm recorded in the courtyard and a musical motif written in the evening. combined time working– 45 minutes, interrupted by a phone call from the parents to see if I was still alive.
Tiger Lovin' or sad clown cowboy. Either way would make for provocative lyrics... or i can write about how I'm about to be late for class. gah!
now i'm getting the picture of a sad cowboy clown riding his horse into a storm... makeup dripping off the face... sandbags.. i think you are onto something.
sandbags, it looks like we both have the hero complex. I empathize, it's a terrible self-inflicted typecast to put on oneself, but almost irresistible to the psyche to want to be the rugged cowboy hero archetype. Damn you Jung! It cooled off here in Texas after the storm, so we had a little sub 39C air blow in yesterday.
Sounds like film music, reminiscent of a western. Right now I'd like to be the hero striding into that storm because it is too HOT!