Remember a little while back when I decided to start writing a song everyday? After 90 straight days of doing that, I still don't know why I did it.
That's the thing about creative bursts though. Sometimes you can't pinpoint the exact moment of inspiration or trace it back to understand why. I think that's the way that art should be made. I'm no philosophy major (or minor...) but I feel like art should be done without pretense. As soon as you assign a meaning to a certain work of art, whether its a song or a project or a painting, I think it loses a bit of it's value. That's partly why the best songs I write often come when I'm not trying to write a song.
That's what I have been thinking about since wrapping up the Song Everyday project. Why am I creating things? Am I doing it to further my talents? Why am I trying to further my talents? Do I think I have the opportunity to do this for a living? Certainly not. Although if someone wants to pay for me to write a song for them I WILL. Why did I do it? The answer is because I did it. It just existed. Nothing more or less, it just was.
I know I basically just spent 3 paragraphs saying nothing, but that's okay. I'll let the art speak for me. I pulled my favorite song out and put it below.
Talk soon, DW