Back in high school I made music with my friends. It was conventional, it was fun, and it became the hinge upon which my life rested. We wrote music we loved to listen to and did enough to get out of town every weekend to play shows and eat at drive-thrus.
As time went on, our priorities changed as well as our taste in music. We disbanded. Almost all of these guys I am still friends with today and try to play with any chance I get, but I, of course, was the black sheep of the group. My love for music spread to unexplored terrain and I fell into a state of tranquility and lucidity. For the past three years, I have been gliding in this streamline of new sounds and ways to make normal things beautiful and ordinary things extraordinary.
I wanted to write again, but I told myself I wouldn't release anything unless it was absolutely perfect. Therefore, I have collected about thirty half-songs with nothing to show. I work on something a long time and I eventually get sick of what I hear and discard the song. It is frustrating to me when it happens and I begin to lose confidence.
I recently read a book that pinpoints this issue. It made me realize that I am afraid of failure, but failure is a part of success, and a part of being a writer. The book also made me realize that I write because it makes me happy and it is something I cannot live without doing. I would rather hear it all than to never hear it again. So I have decided to post a short song I made with some piano, guitars, and a collection of field recordings. It is not much, but I would like you to hear it. Because it isn't any fun to write if I can't share it with the world.
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