A long time ago I played guitar in rock and roll bands in the Seattle area. I left that and pursued various marketing careers. Now, I've returned to music as am amateur and it's been a fascinating experience. Despite the years, my guitar playing changed unbidden, from all those years of listening and thinking about it. Now, I am an occasional song-writer. Most of the time, it starts with some simple progresion or riff or just an idea. The best ones seem to come from nowhere, as Dylan might say, "blowing in the wind." It's almost mystical in nature. But writing lyrics is a whole different story for some reason I cannot undertand or explain. I once had a conversation with the author John Irving about writing. Interestingly to me, we both used a similar "trick" to stay on track. We both wrote the last line or the last paragraph first. And the idea was to know where we were going, so that we did not get lost in the process, so that we did not wander aimlessly. With that last line in mind, we could abandon the shards along the way.
A long time ago I played guitar in rock and roll bands in the Seattle area. I left that and pursued various marketing careers. Now, I've returned to music as am amateur and it's been a fascinating experience. Despite the years, my guitar playing changed unbidden, from all those years of listening and thinking about it. Now, I am an occasional song-writer. Most of the time, it starts with some simple progresion or riff or just an idea. The best ones seem to come from nowhere, as Dylan might say, "blowing in the wind." It's almost mystical in nature. But writing lyrics is a whole different story for some reason I cannot undertand or explain. I once had a conversation with the author John Irving about writing. Interestingly to me, we both used a similar "trick" to stay on track. We both wrote the last line or the last paragraph first. And the idea was to know where we were going, so that we did not get lost in the process, so that we did not wander aimlessly. With that last line in mind, we could abandon the shards along the way.
I am haunted by the question of whether or not the cookies were good cookies.
They were so good and I ate them all.
I feel much better knowing that. 😀