(The title of this post is a hint to myself later so I can remember what I was working on tonight)
Most of my day was wasted. I sat and tried working on some parts for a song, and I hated all of my ideas. Around 5 this evening, I switched gears and started working on an old demo that Stacy sent me back in March. I just want to say for the record, that the music I created tonight was probably the most beautiful thing I've ever written. I felt in love with music again. I chased this idea all evening, and left my studio about 15 minutes ago. It felt like a first date- I didn't want it to end. It would have been easy to work all night on this, but I'd rather save some of this inspiration for tomorrow.
One more thing. As I was driving home, I had the thought, "Wow, no one's music moves me the way that the music I wrote tonight does." Then, I thought, "Don't even say that internally. It's incredibly arrogant". But I fought back. I said to myself, "If I can't write music that moves me, then why should anyone else's music?". These are my damn feelings coming out through the strings. My music should move me more than anything else. And I'm not ashamed to say that it usually does. (I haven't forgotten that this is actually Stacy's song by the way...) My hope for anyone reading this, is that you are able to say the same with the artistic ventures in your life. Sleep well.
Thanks for reading.