zezu

Impossibly hard yet worthwhile.

the dearth of something was the death of my muse. Which thing?

Free time? Picking out rhythms and harmonies takes time. Good ones take talent, but even plebes like me can fill dead air with occasionally non-flightworthy tones.

Inspiration? But I got married. And we had kids. It’s easier for me to dedicate a song to someone than make one. I really can’t control the latter.

For the kids, it’s what I felt they needed when I first held them as newborns. Tyler needed to be soothed: even now he wrings himself too tightly, too often. So his song has lots of long notes that start high, slide low, and then climb back up to the beginning. Simple and soothing.

Our daughter Robin needed to be entertained: she surfs just about any choppy emotional water (except when bugs are present), and she’s always looking for new, interesting waves. So her song jumps all around pitch-wise. The intro and the rest of the song are completely different.

More than anything else, they know those sounds mean I’m around. Huzzah for that!

This really struck me: “do not dwell in heedlessness.”