Apple Jacks and Orchards

For whatever reason I like that as another album name. If only I was as good at making music as I think I am at creating album titles. It's late and I have to work very early tomorrow morning but yet I am here at my computer, writing on. I wonder if anyone reads this blog anymore. Probably not. Fireflies and Nightlights. I also like that as a name for an album. Well, The Pickle Farmers now have three album titles and no songs to go with them. Kind of depressing. If I do write a song, it might be about Camp Alpha. My second run at it with about 10 times as much sleep went quite well. I have realized that pretty much all my songs are badly rhymed couplets that are kind of lame. Oh well. What does Apple Jacks and Orchards mean to me?

There are the apples
They trouble me so
To find them all there
Lying so low

Too many to count
If you have a life
Bruised and battered
Like a poor wife

Those seem like a couple good lines. They don't really sound right unless you rap them. Maybe this will be a rap album. I can't promise The Pickle Farmers will ever make music again. Perhaps the wonderful night at the Common Cup and a jam-packed performance at the MAHS Auditorium is all that these music visionaries could muster before the music gods would pull them back down to earth in heartbreaking fashion. If that is all that The Pickle Farmers do, then so be it. It's not my place to dwell on what could have been, the Grammy's we could have won, the movies that could have been made about us. Let's get another couple song lines.

Mash them to cider
Or cook them in pies
What ever your choice
Make a surprise

Everyone loves them
What could go wrong
A fruit like apples
Needs a theme song


Think about it.



Prison Dave out.