Almost There

Sunday can only mean one thing: another diatribe from the Alleged Artist…

In 2005, Tastiera, even if not getting any better at actual music, was getting better at production quality. The revolutionary new tools available were basically getting rid of excuses for mediocrity in the process. Leaving a wrong note or a poor transition in the mix was no longer a fact of life in a time-constrained world, it was a conscious choice to be lazy. “A Little to the Left” was the last album on the wrong side of that choice.

That sure looks like a cockroach, doesn’t it?

One of my friends at the time, who sadly is no longer even an acquaintance (don’t ask, it’s not that compelling), was actually taken aback by the production quality of some (not all) of the songs on “A Little to the Left”. But there were also a few escapes, and they prevented this album from being part of the Tastiera “canon”, as it were (or rather is). The lead track, “I, Masochist”, was not one of those escapes.

After a minute or so of this one, you can see I was not done making mistakes. But at least they were slightly different mistakes, and that became my new definition of happiness. Or at least progress. The main musical progression in the verses came to me within minutes of the most recent mistake having run its course. The chorus took a bit longer, but also exhibited a quality I’ve noticed more explicitly each time I sit down to put together a song: I don’t actually compose the music. I start messing around, and then the music composes itself. All the best Tastiera songs (again, a relative meaning of “best”) have come together this way. So even the unique interplay between the voices in the chorus was not my idea – I just happened to find it.

I, Opportunist.

LYRICS

Here she comes, another opportunity – too late to seek immunity
The damned clock has already started – destination, broken-hearted
There’s something exhilarating, and a little intoxicating
About knowing I need to slow down as I stomp the gas pedal into the ground

Rule number one, fall in love – rule number two, see rule number one

(I, masochist) Sometimes it sucks to be me
(I, masochist) But I just don’t know any other way to be

Go ahead and do your worst to me – you look like a wonderful curse to me
Just let me revel in these emotions – that’ll accentuate the implosion
I suppose I could try to change me – reconstruct and rearrange me
But that’d be the cheap way out, and then what the hell would I sing about

Rule number one, fall in love – rule number two, see rule number one

(I, masochist) Sometimes it sucks to be me
(I, masochist) But I just don’t know any other way to be

I try and I try and I try and try, but I just don’t know any other way to be
(I, masochist)

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