so thats a mail i sent to the usual suspects yesterday...my friends that receive my crazy massmails....and god, the responses were overwhelming. i felt like 'wow, i would have never thought but those people i always really counted as friends, those who i always thought i have a soulconnection with and some very surprising ones too, wrote back. it s great. thank you thank you thank you all....so now i put this mail out there too so whoever comes across it can read it and maybe relate to it and maybe help me too.....i will return the favor if i can ;-) and if i can't god will....or the cosmic energy..you know what i mean...
okay ya all
i am in a freakin predicament
i need to get some songs done (ME! DONE! an oxymoron....waaah) until february.
i am sitting in this fucking practice lab, at the beach, anywhere, i can t come up with any songs anymore.
i am lacking inspiration BIG TIME.
i don't know why i am writing that to you guys
maybe somebody amongst you can help me with a line
tell me i can do it or something cheesy like that. it is so frustrating you can't believe it. it s like i can't write songs anymore. it s like all the songs i ve ever played for any of you guys (whoever had the 'pleasure') never existed. it s like, i have nothing to tell, nothing to express, nothing to put out there.
i don't believe in myself.
i don't believe in my music
i don't see any point
it s pretty grey and depressing right now. fuck. maybe i need somebody to break my heart to be creative again, i don't know. just tell me anything. how was your day? boring? tell me stories from your life. whats on your mind. your worries. your problems, your good and bad moments. please. just for me. just a few lines. i need to get sth else in my head, sth to sing. maybe i can sing a song for you although you are far away. it would help maybe.
whoever can. please
help
seriously...
sad piranha
3 comments:
how you gonna ask for help when you aint thrown no songs my way? no lyrics nothing (or am i missing something?). what part of the game is that? extra time? and u know how much i'm into music and shyt.
get ur inspiration on (u keep a good blog so ...)
tell me something about your life.
tell me what ever.
and you want songs? awwwww . me too. i d sing for you though if i met you in person. thats what i did. singing for friends. or strangers. and now i am lacking i don't know what. maybe dany should break my heart. what the fuck
"i don't believe in myself.
i don't believe in my music
i don't see any point"
I'd say that could make for some good material. As a visual artist, I think that beating one's self up a bit can conjure some profound thoughts about other things. Not that I'm advocating this as a regular practice - at all - but your statements carry a lot of potential (even if you find yourself sick of it in the process). Pain and numbness are powerful provocations.
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