Ready. Set. Explode.
There's nothing like the rush of a new creative project. Back into learning today... until I thought my brain might burst. I've thought long and hard about where to go post-exhibition. Obviously daily photographs continue, but the question of what - if anything - to do musically has done a few laps in my head.
Re-recording other people's songs proves expensive and ultimately untenable. But recording was so much fun that it seems the only way I can do some more of it is to write my own material.
Let's be clear. I've never written poetry let alone songs.
And I now have a very good idea of exactly how much effort goes into the production of one piece of music. The longer forms of writing have been my game to date, but it's time to get concise. Very concise.
I think you could also describe song writing as akin to removing your intestines and pinning them up around town for all to see, because, I'm discovering, it is deeply personal. Superficial and I don't get on, which means by definition I'm in the market to be sharing never-before-aired thoughts.
For all that, there's something wicked about operating at your edge. Once again, I'm scared - but the good thing is, I've been here before and now I know the rush and return of pushing through uncertainty.
I want to give it a go. There is something I need to explore here. I have some things to learn.
Bring it on.