Seems impossible. What lasts is calculated. It seems.
Did another shrimp boat. This time, I got mad and crunched charcoal all over it.
That's what I'd rather capture.
Hard to make anything last which relies on the passion of a moment.
I don't get Bob Dylan. I get #11 on "In Utero".
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What is the title of #11?
Turette's, I think.
The start, with the backfeed, is my brain. I should have played music. Wish I could show you the crazy painting I just did of a shrimp boat.
It doesn't look very "nautical"... or really like anything.
It's funny, I have 9 sketches of Shrimp Boats and one 5x7 painting of what looks like... a horrible mess.
But the whole thing is funny. Shrimp boat, Shrimp Boat, Shrimpy Boat, Shrrreemp Boooat, SHRIMP BOAT!!!... Shxvr3mp Brreiaooatzzshhhh!!!!!!!!!!!
I just printed the lyrics. I'll read them and get back to you.
The lyrics aren't in the cd cover. I'm curious if the lyrics are correct. Well, it'll be interesting. I'll wait for an e-mail. Afraid they might be too weird for the family blog!
Well...I don't really get them. Maybe a reference to heroine...? I am a bit slow on lyrics sometimes.
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