Creative Process

I’m trying to finish writing a song. I’ve got a beautiful melody, some really cool sounding chords and about half the lyrics. Lyrics… something to say… for me is sometimes the most difficult part of the songwriting process. I love writing. I love writing poetry, but sometimes that flow doesn’t happen for me with words. So, I go to my old journals…

I’m struck by the way art is so often formed in my world. I used collect rocks and metal bits that I would find on the street and in the woods to make found object art. I would keep odd items in coffee cans, saved for future creative projects involving glue and melting crayons, soldering irons and wire. I still have some of those objects waiting for their art project to call them. I guess that’s the way I form songs as well. I little piece of melody here, a tiny chord progression here, a thought drafted onto paper and a form to make it fit into.

Off I go to the flip through old journals…