again with the "let's be a girl band" thing.

(this time, one has a degree in new media composition and can sing pretty and play literally billions of instruments [piano, bassoon, saxamophone, drums, harp and lots of different recorders to boot. she can probably play other stuff, i just wasn't paying attention], and the other is also very clever and can sing and can play guitars and basses and cellos and is a part-time marimba diva)

i don't have much to contribute to that line-up except that i'm damn good with drunken singalong handclaps. i think i could stretch to a tambourine, or if they need a second recorder player. or i could just be like that guy in the Happy Mondays and kind of flail around not doing much.

but because they're lovely ladies, they can use the songs i've written lately:

All the pretty boys are on the 440 bus
My dressmaker's in jail (and i got the blues)
Bodgybodgybodgy
What part of eight items or less don't you understand?
My yeast is past its use-by date (ain't gonna bake no bread tonight)
Stupid fucking thing
Where are all the teaspoons?

(and as soon as i can play the piano accordion, i'll finish the Icecream Heartache Polka)