The Pursuit of Creative Happiness: music

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Song #1.

Not the one I posted some lyrics to a few days ago. And no, I don't wish to comment on the fact that my last post was several days ago. I have really failed, NaBloPoMo.

This song is called "The Gift." In a nutshell- my friend Greg Stump wrote it and we recorded it last year for Sufjan Stevens' Christmas song contest. Josh, Jon, and I re-recorded it this year, which was super fun (especially being a choir in the bathroom at their apartment in Harlem). It's here on Senduit for the week. Then it expires, and you can't have it no more. Just kidding. Let me know if you want to download it. Email me. erinmhennessy@gmail.com.

Song description: It's about unrequited love at Christmastime. It's more WHAM! than The Carpenters, if you know what I mean. You know what I mean? "Last Christmas, I gave you my heart..." Yeah, that's what I mean. Enjoy. This song is near and dear to my heart. You know what I mean? JK. Merry Christmas.

The Gift.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

New Verses.

Jon, Josh, Janelle, Jess, Meg and I recorded a rendition of "White Christmas." The boys and I each added a verse. I'll post it as soon as I get it.

This is the verse I wrote.

Thoreau, the Dreamers, and Me.

Welcome to the supplemental blog I have dubbed "(Colorful) Life, (Poetic) Liberty, and the Pursuit of (Creative) Happiness".

Here's where I begin. I got on an artsy-fartsy kick my sophomore year of college. I added an art minor and feverishly began taking art classes alongside my Intercultural Studies major. When I was an RA my junior year, my creativity exploded (maybe even vomited) color and a child-like spirit on the floor I lived on. My floor was called "Base!" because I wanted the girls there to feel like they were in a "safety zone" where they could return to a quasi-childlike state of being in the midst of a college campus. I think it worked. I had a rowdy bunch, but it was an incredible year where most of the girls seemed to feel freed by the environment they were a part of. It was this year that I recognized that I have the ability, through art and design, to change a place, and even a community's state-of-mind.

I graduated in 2008, although I wasn't able to complete the art minor. It didn't really matter, though. Since my junior year I've become somewhat of a paper pack rat, a collaging criminal, a decorating devil- use your own alliteration (mine wasn't very good anyway, but you get the idea). If I could, I would probably live at the Goodwill Outlet. I seldom can justify buying anything full price (unless it's Tom's Shoes). Ever since high school when my friend left a quote by Thoreau on my windshield it's been my mantra (of sorts): "Our lives are frittered away by detail- Simplify! Simplify!" The projects that I work on are inexpensive, and they often incorporate things I find in thrift stores, acquire from others, or already have. Often times, I'm not afraid to tear things apart and put them back together- even what I'm working on turns out to look disgusting the creative process was AWESOME and it certainly didn't break the bank.

This brings me to the purpose of this (additional) blog. I'd like to show off my finds and acquisitions, my creations and alterations. I hope that this blog can aid me in my own creative process, as well as the creative processes of others. I hope people read this and decide give away a bag of junk to the Goodwill, to venture into a Goodwill for the first time. Perhaps this blog will bring to light new possibilities in a simple sheet of paper or some packing popcorn. Maybe my blog will help someone to find a healthy balance between giving up and hanging on to things (there is a very delicate balance). I hope you, the reader, will see trash turned into treasure before your very eyes. Most of all, I hope you will be content with everything you've been given. Thank you for reading my blog.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Song #2.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Song #1.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

New Verses.

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