Sending out an SOS
Confession: I haven’t written a song since November.
GAH. I don’t want anyone to know that! I am such a fraud.
I feel like a snail – one that has been left out in the brutal sunshine, shriveled up inside its flimsy shell. I feel no inspiration. I have no ideas.
Oh, sure. One might argue that I’ve had a few other things going on in recent months, taking a lot of my time and energy. But still. When I’m not writing – not outputting in some way – something important inside of me feels dead.
All I feel is tired. Craving time alone, or maybe just an old dog, or a little toddler to snuggle. I don’t want to have to explain myself to anyone. I don’t want to have to find words to voice anything – because how can I possibly express what I’m feeling?
Huh. This is an inconvenient stance for a so-called songwriter to take.
But I’ve been here before. Remember? And so I’m taking the same approach as last time, and giving myself the grace of filling up my mind with other stories, other songs, other ideas. It worked last time – I wound up writing some new songs that I’m quite fond of, a few of which you HAVEN’T EVEN HEARD YET.
(Annie Parsons’ EP, coming soon someday to a website near you.)
So I need your help again. What should I fill my mind with? It can be a song, a book, an essay, a website, an article, a movie… what do you feel inspired by, or just plain enjoy?
I just finished season 1 of “Heroes,” and in spite of a ridiculous plotline and an often painful script, that was some good entertainment. Destiny! Purpose! Exploding humans! I’ve been listening to some great songs – Julie Miller’s “Give Me an Ocean,” and Kasey Chambers’ “Nothing At All,” and Vienna Teng’s “City Hall.” And it is difficult to make me much happier than to turn on “This American Life” or “The Moth.”
On the other end of the spectrum, I’ve been reading “The Catcher in the Rye” for TWO WHOLE MONTHS, and have recently decided not to finish it – because it is depressing as hell and let’s be honest: if I haven’t finished it by now, then I really don’t care at all about Holden Caulfield (case in point – I had to Google the book just now to remember his name).
Let’s all kick-start our hearts, shall we? What do you love?