It’s easy to write a song. Ideas arrive from every which way. I might be reading, jamming, hear an interesting sound, fall in love, fall out of love… all of these could be the inspiration. All of these could be my muse when she1 decides to turn up.
I’ll find a melody, a line, I’ll jot them in the journal – currently a Moleskine but it varies. I’ll then potter. On the guitar, on the keyboard, in any variety of apps, I’ll sculpt the sound.
I’ll arrange and jam, jam and arrange. I’ll record and rerecord. I’ll stop, start, start and stop again. Eventually, I might have a song, an arrangement that I like.
I don’t worry about critics. The biggest critic is sitting here typing these words. I scare myself with the negative thoughts concerning my creation. But create it I have. It’s time to share. It’s time to let the world hear what I have created…
… but will anyone want to listen
1 Yes, my muse is female, probably the deepest relationship I have with anyone from that gender… and quite often a metaphor for my personal relationships too.