AND IN '05 IT'LL BE LIVE AT BUDOKAN OR SOMETHING

So I've got this idea.

I've been having a slightly rough couple of months, between the hardware mismanagement problems and the degeneration of the job, and what I really need is to actually accomplish something and show it to the world. And none of my projects, be they the book, the life-sized Shaquille O'Neal in aspic I wanted to have finished for Christmas dinner, the unified field theory that the Academy is I'm sure sick to death of waiting for, the crop circle creation party I had planned for Central Park, laundry, none of the plans I made seemed to have worked out these last few months.

It's enough to drive a fella to Under The Volcano-style slow death.

But I have an idea, and I've been working on it for the last few months, while things have gotten quiet in here.

I'm thinking of putting out one song a week, through all of '04. That's 52 songs, written, recorded and released in downloadable form. I have a million songs, at least a dozen or so of which are worth listening to, and since I haven't put out anything since the end of '99, we're talking a level of consistent quality comparable to, say, the second Boston album. (I know, I'm aiming high. But it will be a pleasure to change the musical landscape, not just of this town or this culture, but of humanity itself, by releasing pretty songs about, oh, let's see, jello fetishes, bikers with Tourettes, and the sweet anticipation of my fiirst trip to a Waffle House. Just to name three.)

See? Now you're warming to this, ain't you. A proper album release would then be forthcoming, and after (insert middle step here) I will be swimming in bling, and you my most loyal and sweet friends can join me on my yachts or in my villa or star in the movie or whatever.

Any ideas? (I've already thought about the parallels to both Stephen Merritt and my pal eyeballkid, who have been working on projects that are similar, at least on the face of them, to this one. At the risk of sounding haterish, 69 Love Songs was an excellent CD crammed into a 3 CD set. On the other hand, Mr. Kid's stuff is stylistically different than what I've got planned, is also cooler than shit and is more than worth keeping track of over the next year.)