Steaming Pee and The Evolution Of Man

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Above is a representation of the apartment where I live in Nashville, TN. The red and blue spots represent the ambient temperature; red being warm and blue being cold. Room 2 is where I spend most of my time. You will note the little table in the corner with the computer and chair and microphone stand (yes, that’s and microphone stand with microphone drawn there). Room 2 is toasty warm. Room 1 is more or less closet space and a passage way from Room 2 to the kitchen and/or Bathroom/Loo. You will note that the Bathroom is the coldest room in the house.

I wrote the following piece a few days ago but I felt I needed to preface it with the floor-plan of my house:

There is steam rising from my pee-stream, which is breaking the icy surface of the water in my toilet. Behind me the floor dips ever so slightly towards the wall. My faucets have all been left dripping since the weather dropped into the ‘teens (Farenheit) a couple of weeks ago. The constant dripping has led to a drip from the bottom of my shower. I can’t figure out where the water is coming from exactly but the end result is that there’s now a sheet of ice on the floor that I have to step over to go to the bathroom. At least it’s frozen and therefore more or less contained. My plan for my day off tomorrow is to chip the ice off the floor and try to stop the drip.

According to scientists mankind is evolving. We, collectively, are getting better at surviving. We are the pinnacle of the evolutionary chain. Living as I do right now I don’t feel very evolved at all. I feel like I’ve taken a step backwards. But I suppose any change is evolution so maybe I am evolving.

I wrote a song a few years ago when I was trying to write punk songs and it currently has had three incarnations. I’ve never been happy with the recordings. The first two are a little more rock n’ roll but I used a terrible drum loop when I recorded them out of necessity. The most recent recording is an acoustic version and in a way I like this one the best because the song is fairly introspective despite its punk-song origins.


I thought it would be interesting to put all three of these up to demonstrate the only kind of evolution I believe in. My voice has changed, the guitar parts have changed, some of the melodic elements of the song have changed and the structure even changed a little but in the end it’s still the same song. An amoeba is an amoeba. A monkey is a monkey. A man is a man.


p.s. after listening to the original again I decided it would be best if you didn’t have to hear it. So there’s only two versions here.