Plaidophile

On my latest Songfight entry, which was a totally off-the-cuff unrehearsed thing where I couldn't even hold a simple pitch, I'm getting plenty of reviews telling me that my vocals are improving, ostensibly compared to the entries where I've sung 20 takes and used pitch correction and every other production trick in the book.

WTF?

New song, 45 minutes from conception to submission.

Vote smart, vote fluffy.

Right now, whenever I sleep and am all coughy and stuff, I have the exact same disjointed series of imagery: the premise of my cough is that it's a way to navigate through a 5-dimensional manifold full of all sorts of floating space junk, trying to get out to where there's no coughing.

Moreover, this is a form of recreation for higher-dimensional beings.

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I have entered into this week's blue Songfight, Violet Wants It Her Way.

Feel free to post your interpretations of the lyrics here (or email them like it says on the detail page). Unless you're one of the ones who already figured it out in conversations earlier, since once the actual meaning is figured out, it's impossible to see anything else. (For this I won't be giving any hints, either, or even any confirmation or denial about correctness... I just want to see what people think in general.)

Ah, The Onion has put to words exactly what was in the back of my mind, bothering me about CTC's corporate culture.

Of course, it's all moot now anyway. Still, it's nice to have a tangible expression of the lingering doubts.

Or: why I had to do a load of laundry at 4:30 AM