Stuck on Hug Salesman I dunno, man. I just can't seem to get this other one down. I've got the idea. I know what it's going to be about. I've got the title. I just can't compel myself to type it out and post it. The motivation isn't there, for a number of reasons.
I told myself that I wanted to write through episode 100 sometime this year, but that's not going to happen unless something pretty significant changes, and soon. I don't know. It just seems like, really, who wants to read another autobio (even fictionalized autobio) comic about "romance"? No one? apparently? And I don't think that cynicism is the fresh new ingredient needed to set it apart from the pack.
As hard as this may be for you to believe, it can be difficult to find motivation to write a comic for which you receive no payment of any kind and little to no reader response. I mean, I'm used to it, as that's all I've done so far, but I'm used to it in the way that as a kid the sixth and seventh paddlings didn't hurt as much as the first two? maybe? I don't know; it sucks, regardless. Anyway, at first I was able to carry on with the Hug Salesman stuff because it was therapeutic in a way, but now it just makes me even more neurotic, wondering if people like it/why the hell don't they like it/etc.
It's stupid, but there you go.
So I don't know. They'll probably/possibly/prossibly continue, but only if I can find some new angle to attack it from. More explosions, probably.
Anyway. It's overdue for a new song of the week. I hope you grabbed the old ones, because they're gone now.
One of my favorite albums from 2005 was Clap Your Hands Say Yeah's self-titled debut. They've got a new album now, Some Loud Thunder. So here's one of my favorite songs from the first album, The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth.
You're either going to like the guy's voice or you aren't. Sorry. I like it. But I do a lot of drugs ALL THE TIME.
Speaking of music, with a few more listens and further investigation, I have learned more about of Montreal's Hissing Fauna: my description about the mix of depressing blah blah and sassy diva is not far off the mark. The album is intended as a concept album wherein we witness the transformation of depressed housebound Kevin Barnes into his glam rock alter ego, Georgie Fruit. It actually works out pretty well. There's almost a cohesive narrative to the whole thing, which is cool.
Also, here's the video to the first single from the album, Heimdalsgate, Like a Promethean Curse.