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E6: Enjoy the Song That I Have Made
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- Danger, Vicious Dog
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- Jun 27, 2026
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- 968
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Summary
I woke up at six, cleaned all the laminate floors, vacuumed the dog hair, took a nap, woke up from the nap feeling suspiciously sane, and realized I was still on a roll. Not a manic roll — the kind of roll where the world is finally letting me catch up to myself. A controlled burn, but bright enough that you might worry about me if you heard my voice. Which is honestly part of the fun. This is the third podcast I’ve made today. I’m trying to clear the backlog — the songs, the fragments, the half‑finished episodes, the things I wrote in 2025, the things I wrote last Sunday, the things I wrote this morning while wiping dust off the baseboards. I’m finally letting them out instead of pretending I need a “normal” release schedule, or pretending I need permission from an imaginary audience threshold. I crossed that line somewhere, I think. Or maybe I didn’t. Either way, I’m done waiting. This episode is built around a song called Enjoy the Song That I Have Made, which is exactly what it sounds like: a song that explains how it is being made while it is being made. The lyrics start in 2025, then shift into the present moment, then turn into a recipe for their own creation. And then I followed the recipe. I made a demo on my phone, fed it into Suno, watched Suno characterize the style, tweaked the style guide, handed the lyrics to Copilot because I’d used up my ChatGPT credits, and let the machines do their little dance. I made twelve versions of the song. Maybe more. I picked six for the album. They range from minimalist Laurie Anderson to queer‑apocalyptic EDM with sirens, glitter‑synths, and a dragon made of sound. Yes, an actual dragon made of sound. She eats fear. She breathes in the whole room. She doesn’t care about pronouns. She is the plural you. But for this episode…