I haven't been writing music for quite a while now. Just writing words, poetry mostly. I've been reading William Blake and Carl Sanburg and made a book of poems for Anna.
But, I feel it brewing. Music is bubbling just under the surface. Creative ideas take "creative idleness" and instead of vomitting up embryonic ideas all the time, I find they come out much more whole if I let them incubate and rest under my soul for a while. Watching blue-jays with nuts in their mouths and wondering what I sound like to them, watching the American flag wave on a bank that took our money yet refuses to lend it.
Taking the time to really perceive and feel until I end up at a place of a calm, deeper truth of some kind. Writers block is just a way I'm being told to shut up and listen for awhile. I love writing poetry and when it's on it's on. I mail things off to literary mags, I write every night in five different journals, I write stories on my laptop and my midi-controller leans up on the side of my bedroom wall next to the TV collecting dust.
I finish writing and feel completely whole and take a nice long drink of Bud Light out of a can. It's the same feeling I get when writing music when that's on.
But when it's off, I write garbage and I've been doing it long enough now to know right away if it's total garbage or has potential. When it's coming out with difficulty, I can it, walk away because my only real artistic fear is forcing out a constructed character of myself in the name of productivity. I've been really hesitant to play shows right now because of this.
Anybody need me for a poetry reading? I'm available.
The music though is coming. I'm at that point right now where I'm tapping the top of the bloated can and about to pull back the pop top.
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