The Amazon River Dolphin
This challenge was difficult for me. I never write lyrics first and my poem of the day didn’t really speak to me. So I decided to try another day and that one spoke to me a lil too much, so I went back to the first one. I just wrote a bunch of nonsense rhyming lyrics down based on a line that stood out and after looking at what I wrote, I wanted to try and frame them correctly. What genre do these lyrics feel like? Who writes absolute dogshit lyrics?
I never make jam music (can’t improv) and I didn’t realize how hard it’d be to sequence an entire ass jam band song bit by bit but it ended up being a lot of fun.
After putting the two sections together it didn’t really sound like Phish at all and I couldn’t figure out why. I had all the ingredients. So I tried just putting some random crowd noise underneath the whole song, boom instant Phish. Close your eyes and you’re there. I might just throw some crowd noise into my projects going forward, it’s super encouraging to hear people cheering you on.
Shout out to future chef Cooper Leardi for going tit for tat on the solo with me. Mine took like 30 takes to get and his was done first take as he was hearing the song for the first time.
“Will you record a solo for me while we’re waiting for food to get here”
“What’s the key?”
“I don’t know.”
So say it with your chest
But baby don’t hold your breath
This flipper extends its hidden hand
Don’t be so sore skinned
You asked me what was my porpoise
Tipped the scales like a poor fish and ran
These dolphins travel for miles but how far could they go?
They often travel for miles
The Amazon River Dolphin By Linda Rodriguez
The sudden pink shape
surfacing in black-water lagoons
All dolphins share man’s
thumb and fingerbones,
but these also wear his flesh.
When the river overflows
and floods the varzea,
these dolphins travel miles
to splash in the shallows
amongst buttress-roots of giant
The waters abate, trapping fish,
A lamp burning dolphin oil
blinds. At night
the pink-flesh contours melt and blur.
The flipper extends the hidden hand
to lift its woman’s torso
to the land. An Eve,
born each night from the black Amazon,
roams the dark banks for victims
to draw to the water and death.
Taboo to the Indians,
this pink daughter of the river’s magic
always looks, to explorers,
like she’s smiling.
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How's my mix on this? I didn't plan ahead to do a real solid mix but I gave myself the excuse that part of the jam band experience must be improv audio mixing as well. It's gotta be.