Sunday, August 27, 2017

The Insufferables

In 2009, friends and I started a rock and roll band called The Insufferables, and the band endures. We practice regularly at a music studio at Hunters Point Shipyard and we have played all over the bay area. We recorded 2 EP's, available everywhere (such as Spotify, SoundCloud, iTunes, etc.) and are trying to figure out how to record a full length album. We have at least 12 songs that are ready to be recorded and we think they are pretty good songs.
I play rhythm guitar in a primitive way, sing back up and write songs for our singer Keith to sing. Sometimes Gene, the guitarist and also a prolific songwriter, will let me write lyrics for his songs (that Keith sings).
Like cartooning, design, or painting, songwriting is just another art form. It requires a concept to be refined. The music and everything is subservient to the concept.
I read a self-help book recently called "The thing that's holding you back" and the thing was emotions locked inside that have not been fully felt. Seemed like a good idea for a song. Since Keith had to sing it, I wrote it as an Outlaw-country-Waylon-Jennings-type of song. (The rhymes are not very sophisticated but I am proud that I was able to say what I wanted to say and have it make sense for Keith's stage persona.) The band, also including bassist Ram and drummer Kevin, worked up a great version of it. Sounds awesome. Here are the lyrics:

No matter what I did, I was never good enough.
No matter when it was, life was always sort of rough.
I traveled way out West to get away.
I traveled way out West.
No matter where the trail,
The thing’s on my tail.        
It’s going to finish me soon, 
I attract the teeth to match my wound.

No matter where I went, trouble was always there to greet me.
No matter who I met, it was always the same story.
I traveled way out West to get away.
I traveled way out West.
No matter where I go,
The thing seems to know.        
It’s going to finish me soon, 
I attract the teeth to match my wound.

Bridge:
You can never run.
You can never hide.
If you were bitten
The thing lurks inside.

No matter what the pain, the past’s never gonna hurt me.
No matter what it is, the thing’s never gonna kill me.
I traveled way out West to get away.
I traveled way out West.
No matter where I ride,
The thing’s by my side.        
It’s going to finish me soon, 
I attract the teeth to match my wound.

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