For the past couple of months I’ve been trying to write lyrics. I’ve never had writers block like this. Or, I don’t know if I have writers block now. Everything I write, every sentence, even word, either feels overused; done, or just icky. I’m jumping from song to song, trying to get things done. I have a chorus here, a verse, or half a verse there. Can’t complete a thing.
Super frustrating. There’s an album to get done!
Has anyone notice that my post of recent have been getting less and less lively? Well. It’s true. That is because my life has been getting less and less lively. My life is so unexciting I can’t begin to tell you. Not that it’s boring or that I hate it or anything it’s just that everyday is everyday and everyday is the same as the next everyday which came before the everyday after that… get it? And in that fashion it all rolls on… and on and on and on. Very rarely does an event that breaks the monotony surface. It could be up to me I guess, to surface these types of events, but I feel I have to prioritise, and that I have to prioritise studying. On Saturday though Camilla and I are going out to Orust to visit friends. Looking forward to it. To break the monotony… of all this hardcore rap that has gotten to be a little bit out of control it’s cool to dance but what about a groove that moves and soothes romance?
Guess the lyric. Win a yeah!
I’ve finished the first lyric to the new album! This calls for a celebration: How about a post on my blog!? Yes!
The first completed song, since I always, or up until now anyway (one never knows when things will change), write lyrics to a finished song of chords and melody, is called, or has the working title, One Fear. I write working title because the song titles on my current album, ‘The Anger’, got changed just before release since they, the titles, for the most part, were too long (some might say that there still too long but hey, I did my best in shortening them). Now I’m thinking I won’t have this problem with this song but one never knows and better safe than sorry (or some other lame proverb).
This post might also bring the discussion on how far an artist should let his, or her, audience in the creative process. To each his, or her, own I say. I have no problem with letting you all in this far but I draw the line here, where as some might draw it sooner and not even talk about it, or mention it to anyone until it’s, the work; song; painting; or whatever, is done. I think I’m a bit the other way around: After I am done with it I really do not want to talk about it, what’s the point? It’s done. I’ve moved on. One should not dwell on the past.
