Now that my gigs have dried up for a while I'm turning my focus back to songwriting using a new technique. For some reason I have more to offer creatively in the morning (you know, before the constant pounding of bourgeois routines and the meaningless drudgery of proletariat responsibilities take their inevitable toll ... but I digress). At my house there is a short window that starts around 7:20 am when I'm alone in the house but don't have any pressing obligations. I'll take my guitar to the front stairs, where the acoustics are best, and play as mindlessly as possible. I try to make something up on the spot using nonsense words. Invariably I come up with a morsel that may be worth savoring so I go to the computer and make a quick recording. Then, every few days I’ll take a listen. It may take a while but I can see how some of these tunes will grow up to find meaning in their lives. One day they’ll be out the door, oblivious to my tearful good-byes. They grow up so fast!
What does it say about the human mind that you have employ tricks to coax an idea out of your head that you suspect is already formed? Weird.
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