I love the way creative energy has the ability to stir up passion and influence actions. A lot of artists find their muse and inspiration in the most obscure and unexpected places. We tend to want to hold onto the feelings that give us fire and ignite us into action. We like to keep that energy around because it is rare and it is needed. Music is a powerful force for me and sometimes words can be that for musicians. Writing and art and music all kind of envelop each other. They feed and fuel each other’s energy. Music makes me write. I don’t need lyrics in order to get that call to the pen. At times it’s just the sound of making my own noise that drives me to the paper.
I’m finally starting to experiment with instruments. I won’t say that I’m learning to play the guitar, but I do play WITH the guitar. It’s funny how the feeling of playing an instrument and making those sounds that equate to noise that somehow seem to transform into melodic harmony that some call music is so similar to sex. I’m not an artist, I’m not even much of a creative but I understand artists and creatives. We tend to gravitate towards each other. I thought it was just weirdos at some point. But that’s not the case really. It’s the ones who are meant to create these things within them that don’t exist in the tangible world. Those are the ones I understand because I get how something can be trapped inside of you and you can feel like this inner universe is your own solitary confinement. So for some it can be a prison and for others it’s a playground. That’s a bit off topic. Forgive my ADHD, I’ll try to stay focused. It’s hard when I’m excited…
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