I seem to be doing that a lot these days. Falling of the writing wagon, that is. I don’t know why I can’t seem to get into it. I literally wrote not one lick throughout all of February and even now I still got nothing! This is quite the dry spell. It must be the weather. It feels like it’s been the longest winter ever. Just two days ago it snowed again! We’re in March for Pete’s sake! Kind of depressing……..
The good thing is that I’ve been out to see my friends The Targets play and they always get me re-excited about music. They’re so full of punch onstage. Just amazing.
But! Here I am, looking at a blank page and nothing is coming to me. The creative gods are too busy to bestow anything worthy upon me. I got nothing coming down the pipe line. I probably would make a horrible studio writer. I don’t think I could write songs on demand. You hear stories of people locking themselves up in a studio for a week and pumping out a whole album worth of songs and they’re golden. Although, I’m generally good at working under pressure, I don’t think I could do that. Then again, if I didn’t have the everyday distraction of trying to pay rent at the end of every month, I’d probably be able to allot the time to lock myself up for a week and just focus on writing. Who knows!
All I know is something’s got to give – soon! Well, there is something to look forward to. And that is another gig at the end of the month opening up for The Targets. Am pretty excited about playing with them. They are the real deal. Hopefully, they won’t think we are too amateur for them. But even if they did, they are too much of gentlemen to say so. Love them for it. Classy blokes, you know?
Well, I’m off to bed. Perhaps the next hit will come to me in my dreams.
Nighty Night.
Nowhere Girl