02. About songs

I have always invested myself in compositional ideas above all else. They are intentions for a musical design of absolute candor, and for me that defines creativity at its infancy. Certainly the process that will later unfold is never truly alike any one that came before, and though its result may be satisfactory or even great if one is truly lucky, it might equally render the entire idea obsolete. But ideas are comforting because they too aspire to be something more, something better. 

It has been quite number of years since I last dared to even think about the endless methods for realising any of these musical thoughts. Up to a certain point they seemed best left inside this brain I was given some twenty-eight odd years ago. If grocery shopping felt like slippery slope to certain death, I sure as hell was not going to release anything that might warrant me unwanted attention for some sappy-ass love song. 

But the thing is that after a while these ideas really eat you up alive if left unattended. You define yourself a songwriter but you’re not really providing the material necessary to convince yourself you’re truly who you think you are. At the same time you’re holding onto something that was originally created to take on a life of its own. Something that aspired to be, and even deserved to be, something more than a crude outline inside your own head. It was more about necessity than desire, and the result wasn’t even the important part. Interpretation and improvisation allow no final form. So it clearly wasn’t only the idea that needed to grow, it was also the man behind it. 

Go get em!