I think knowledge from the educational institutions expands my mind and lets me capture thoughts into a coherent form.
I also think Socrates felt the same way with his philosophy in life…the way he thought that the ultimate pleasure one can have is to keep learning…to keep thinking…I’m enjoying this Great Philosophers course right now.
But that’s not the point of this entry…last night while driving home I was hit by inspiration again for a song…this happened before with The Stomper where the lyrics were scribbled out in a manner of minutes and didn’t change too much afterwards.
When I sit down and try and write lyrics to a song, I find it hard. But when these moments happen, you have to run up to your room and jot down everything spilling out. Pick up the guitar and find the tune you are humming in your head. The voice recorder comes in handy in the car ride home in case you forget this special moment.
Everything came together in the manner of 45 minutes. I still need to write a few more verses but the main structure is there.
I’m kind of excited about the song but I suppose everyone is excited about a new creation that comes from the ether and gets channeled through your own body. I find that I can’t write lyrics that I want to write…I want to be mysterious, I want double-entendres, I want a lot from my songwriting but throughout the history of music, time and time again I am shown that it just takes time to develop your songwriting craft (as Troy has said to me many times). However, instead of making the perfect song, I want to try and capture every moment as it passes me by onto tape. Even if it’s crap, it’s still recorded and out of ten lame demos, maybe I can find a great song. I guess that’s how a lot of artists work.
So who knows what this new song will become? Feels like a rocker though…I’m channeling Sam Roberts and Matt Mays jam sessions into this song, although it exists only on my acoustic right now. We’ll see if it’s better on the electric when I plug in. The song is about my Dad and his life in Sudbury back in the 70s but it has a feel of living in Anytown, Northern Ontario. We’ll see what happens with it. I guess most of you hate me right now because all you can do is read about it and may never end up hearing about it. Ah well, dems de breaks!