The recurring image that comes to my mind about songwriting is that of Elmer Fudd hunting wabbits, when Bugs Bunny is tip-toeing right behind him. Songwriting can be the most frustrating activity in the world and the most rewarding, almost all at once. Case in point: I've been carrying around a fragment, two lines -- two really, really good lines -- for about 20 years. Last night, on the way to the store, the rest of a song just marched up and said, "Okay, Doc, ya got me." Then there's that interesting time between the creative flash and when you can get somewhere to write it down. A few minutes at the laptop, a few simple chords and viola! Bonus: today while tearing down my equipment after a hearing, a second verse started materializing. I think it's done, and I'm pretty happy with it.
I think going to the open mic at the midtown arts center might be helping get stuff moving for me. I've been threatening to "work on my solo album" for a long time. This being The Year Of Getting Around To Things, I guess it's time. The material is all over the place stylistically, but we'll see what happens. I do know this new tune is going to be in there.
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