Lindsey Kuper (lindseykuper) wrote,
Lindsey Kuper

Hawthorne from 42nd to 15th, both sides


My technique was sloppy at first, but I got better as I went along. Well, for the most part, anyway. I got some good guerilla flyering tips from Amanda, who carries a staple gun in her car. Actually, she owns two staple guns, one of which is actually a power staple and nail gun. I opted for the other one, because I didn't relish the idea of being physically unable to play on Saturday night on account of having power-nailed my hand to a pole.

I wouldn't say that flyering is actually fun, but it makes for some interesting social interactions. There was the well-meaning campaign volunteer who wanted to know if I was registered to vote. Unfortunately, I responded with a frantic attempt to hide the staple gun in my bag, accompanied by a rather hysterical "I'm sorry, can I help you?" All I knew was that an authoritative man with a clipboard was approaching me quickly while using the verb "register", and I was thinking, "Oh, fuck, they caught me." You know, since flyering is illegal. Which is hilarious, since every telephone pole all up and down the street is plastered with them, including the one I was standing next to at the time, but still.

Then there are the folks who avoid eye contact while you're putting up the thing, but then scurry up to read it once they think you're not looking. There are the guys who whistle. I guess that the somehow-involved-with-a-band connotation is hot. (Also, hauling around a messenger bag full of heavy stuff causes long-range boob separation and definition; resultant future back problems, though, to go along with inevitable poor hearing and typing-induced RSI: not sexy.) And there was the teenager who read the whole thing over my shoulder and then asked if it was 21-and-over ("Well...kind of.") while his mom stood a few yards away, eyeing me with disdain and shaking her head slightly.

Anyway, what I meant to say is that while I was at the 24-hour Kinko's last night to get these made, they were playing an old Bill Anderson song, and it's all I could think about on the way home:

You look lovelier tonight than I remember
I'm so glad I got to see you once again
I've enjoyed just sitting down and reminiscing
But I've enjoyed as much of this as I can stand

So you say you're happy now you've got a new love
Tell him I said he's a lucky, lucky man
No, I don't think I'll have time to see his picture
I've enjoyed as much of this as I can stand

There's so much more between us than this table
All those years, all those dreams, all those plans
Guess you know without me saying I still love you
But I've enjoyed as much of this as I can stand

I think what impresses me the most about really good songwriting is the way it defies genre and time. With the right treatment, this 40-year-old country song wouldn't have been out of place on, say, a Mr. T Experience record.

Tags: songwriting

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