The flow is good. I’m actually not finding it hard to write songs these days but I find it hard to write THE RIGHT songs!
A song has to feel right; for this time, for this album, and on some strange level has to fit the patchwork blanket of what I’ve written and recorded in the past.
These days I’m often writing something and thinking “3 years ago I would have LOVED this idea and dived right into it but now… it doesn’t feel right somehow”. I’m a butcher when it comes to killing darlings.
Funnily enough right now as I’m writing this, Friday midday, there’s a stranger at the other end of my living room playing a song, picking his acoustic guitar, singing softly and beautifully. I’m looking out at Esja bathed in sunlight, half covered in snow, feeling “the magic of music”, if I may allow myself a cheesy moment. Maybe the butcher should soften up a bit…