Right, then...
Yesterday I was told I need to write about a dozen songs so I can make an album. Soon. Like, say... immediately. I understand that it needs to be done, but it seemed utterly insurmountable when mentioned, when I'm so far removed from anything even slightly musical. Even with my new band, *I'm* not doing anything new, so I'm not feeling creative at all, or even... connected. How will I ever do this?
Then tonight, through an evening of wandering all over Cambridge with lekvar, I heard a bunch of music here and there on the street, sang a song I don't know with a street musician in Davis Square, ran into Sam Davis in Porter Square, and eventually came upon Dennis Brennan in the Lizard Lounge. I'd forgotten how inspirational actually *hearing* live music can be for me, especially when it's fresh and original and good and played by people who are enjoying what they're doing. It made me think about writing again, and instead of feeling dead and totally tapped inside I heard the question again. How will I ever do this?
Oh... like that.
Then tonight, through an evening of wandering all over Cambridge with lekvar, I heard a bunch of music here and there on the street, sang a song I don't know with a street musician in Davis Square, ran into Sam Davis in Porter Square, and eventually came upon Dennis Brennan in the Lizard Lounge. I'd forgotten how inspirational actually *hearing* live music can be for me, especially when it's fresh and original and good and played by people who are enjoying what they're doing. It made me think about writing again, and instead of feeling dead and totally tapped inside I heard the question again. How will I ever do this?
Oh... like that.