I was so tired—exhausted after three months of promoting my new number one album. Darius had me acting like one of those Eukanuba sponsored show dogs—jumping through hoops, running around in circles, and heeling when ordered to do so. Not to mention, I was supposed to keep that tail of mine wagging and a smile plastered on my face at all times. It was exhausting—it was downright turbulent. So by the time I sat down at Mason's house, where I was staying at the moment, later that particular afternoon in order to get onto his Internet, I was exhausted. It was time to blog—talk to those who were following my tour while still publicizing my CD. It was, however, one of the few things that I didn't mind doing. Instead, it kept me honest and maybe even a little humbled. Mason walked over to me with a steaming mug of coffee, and I looked up at him gratefully as I logged in. A message popped up suddenly that interested me, and I opened it cautiously. It was about my lyrics, and I sat up quickly as I read. Mason took a seat next to me.
Have you thought about doing a blue's beat—adding lyrics with a classic theme? Something like "Encroaching on the world of ghosts buried in my mind/ trying to exorcise visions that just won't leave me alone/ Searching for comfort now in pain and fear/ Wondering as I do if they're somewhere—somewhere near." It's a thought. I'm impressed with what you've got so far.
--puppetmaster
"Wow!" Mason uttered next to me as I looked up in surprise. I hadn't expected a response to that post—especially not a PM that included not only additional lyrics but almost producer like directions as well. It felt almost good to get advice for once. I had been doing it on my own for a while now. Kwest was great in the soundroom, but when it came to writing lyrics, he flopped—God love him.
"Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to write that person back?" Mason asked as he lounged back in his seat and placed his feet into my lap. Ughhhh! I leaned over and knocked his cowboy hat off his head so he'd have to sit up to pick it back up.
"I am not a feet person." I remarked caustically as Mason grinned before putting his hat back on and lounging back once again. I looked back at the computer before pressing reply.
I would have never thought of going there. I needed that inspiration. I've tried acoustic soul but not Blues yet. What about a mix of the two? The song seems to call for that anyway. It's almost a painful tune, but about breaking free too. Would I be nosy if I asked a little bit about you? Puppetmaster is a fairly arrogant handle (laugh out loud). You have a thing for ruling the roost?
--puppetonastring
I typed before reading back over it and pressing send. I almost stood up and walked off until I heard my computer scream "You've got mail." Damn, whoever it was was online.