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One of favorite books is "The Wasp Factory" by Iain Banks. I won't go into any detail about the content of the book, but I will say that I do not recommend it. In fact, if it were not for the twist at the end, I would have flat out hated it. It's horrible. In a good way? I don't really think so. But anything that nestles into your brain and continuously bothers you, years after the fact, must be good on some level.
Anyway, I was compelled to write a song based on this book. I'm certainly not the first. Paul D'Amour (TooL, Lusk) is down right obsessed with the book, and it's author. Others have quoted this book through song. But I never felt it was properly summed up, musically. So, I wrote my own interpretation. Not of the subject matter, but the feeling of the book in general. The tension that it builds in your fragile mind as you anticipate the next awful chapter. The worry of worry itself.
So, I came up with this little ditty. It fills me with dread and anxiousness every single time I play it. I love it. I hate it. It was a rare case where I set out to make something, and the final outcome fit the bill perfectly.
Many people might find it dull. Or pointless. I accept that. But close your eyes and clear your mind and press play. If your thoughts are filled with pleasantries, than you, my friend are dead inside.
