So I fell asleep early last night, watching True Blood Season 1 (which I'm still on the fence about) and slept for ten hours, which is about twice my usual amount of sleep these days. When I woke up, I was feeling like Sookie Stackhouse, but the only thoughts swirling around were my own. This is about the sixth or seventh time that I've woken up with this feeling in the past year.  I have a song in my head that was playing in my dream and I’m pretty sure I made it up on my own. These aren't songs I usually write; once it was a Spanish song about the sleepy resort town of Puerto Escondido, MX in the vein of Carlos Santana. Last night, it was a song about wishing you (the proverbial you) were dead. It was in the vein of Chris Daughtery or some similarly rock-type voice. I don't really understand how these things work, but every time it happens, I want to write it down when I wake up. Saddingly, the song disappeared into the ether of my mind as I wrote this blog post up, but I'm currently looking to work on a rockabilly-country type tune that's been sitting in my head for the past year or so. I remember dreaming I was in a rough and tumble bar (think Roadhouse) with the song playing on the jukebox when my then-girlfriend stabbed me in the back. I woke up to find I had fallen asleep on a set of nail clippers. 2010 is the year of no more excuses -- I don't care that it's not my musical style, I just want to get it together and spit it out. If you're a musician type and have even the most remote knowledge of this musical style, please hit me up and we'll work on it as soon as possible.

Here's a rouuuuuuugh version of the song as I worked on it with my brother. Let me know what you think or contact me HERE. Thanks.

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