Write About Butts (Right About Butts) Music Video – Buttless Edition

The first version of this music video had butts in it. Twerking, mirroring, kaleidoscoping butts. I put a lot of work into adding those butts in as many creative ways as I could manage. I guess it’s the film school in me that made me feel some contrast to the performance shots was necessary. But the song is not about butts. It’s how I don’t write about butts even though butts have become the primary focus of our music industry, our daily lives, and our culture. This shortcoming prevents me from ever becoming rich or famous through my songwriting. It’s a lament, but not one about butts. It’s about my own stubbornness and my resistance to change. It’s about me.

I decided the butts didn’t belong. So I took them out. I also color corrected a handful of shots, removed the silent intro and tried to fix a sync that didn’t need fixing. That’s just how I work. Inefficiently and unprofitably.  Now the video is what it should be: a lone singer, at Orange Plaza Square Park (which is actually a circle), imitating Billy Corgan (because he also never sings about butts – not even close), and playing his unprofitable non-hit single to the delight of no one. And no butts whatsoever. Thank yous are due to @akmontilla who played the cajón and @mikeperaltamusic who shot what turned out to be the only footage that was truly needed.  Now, please enjoy “Write About Butts (Right About Butts)” the Buttless Edition.

Song: Write About Butts (Right About Butts)
Artist: Rhune Kincaid
Album: Squirrelmageddon
Copyright 2017 Rhune Kincaid

Download the full album at rhunekincaid.com/music

“Write About Butts (Right About Butts)” Music Video

I remember writing “Write About Butts (Right About Butts)” very clearly. I was sitting on the floor of my closet. I was working on converting said closet into a recording booth, but it never worked out.

Nevertheless, I had my Omega guitar that is broken at the headstock and which was given to my by Diana Van De Kamp, and I was testing the acoustics of my soon-to-be-failed conversion project. I started banging out some chords, but not my usual chords, and I thought, “That sounds like one of those sad acoustic deep cuts that Smashing Pumpkins stashed on their 90’s albums.”

I love those albums. I’d just met Billy Corgan at Loveline a few months prior, and then I got to see him perform a few nights later. I hadn’t seen Smashing Pumpkins play for 20 years and the whole band was different except for Billy. His frustration was palpable. He’d play a new song and get frustrated at the crowd’s indifference. Then he’d play a Pumpkins banger from 20 years ago, and the crowd would go nuts, making him even more frustrated.

All of that flashed through my head as I banged out these chords on my closet floor, and I thought, “It’s probably driven him insane that he keeps writing all these great, esoteric songs, and every hit from the last 15 years has just been some bullshit about butts.”

I’d finished writing this song about 20 minutes later, and I don’t think I ever changed a single lyric. I imagine people who are used to my usual singing voice probably wonder WTF happened to me on this recording, but that’s the only way I’ve ever sung this song: like a Smashing Pumpkins deep cut from the 90’s.

Alex Montilla played the cajon. Mike Peralta held the camera. Thank you, gentlemen!

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