Once you come to the point where you recognize your own talent; probably well before, actually, you start to feel almost obligated to produce.
I'm a musician, so I eat, I breathe and I make music, right?
I guess not always would be the more realistic answer.
A writer has to write, and birds gotta fly. But the ones I notice spend a lot of time sitting and observing. Preening & cleaning. All sort of things but not flying.
Because music is part of your DNA doesn't mean when you poop it comes out musically.
Quite the contrary.
There is much time that is not singularly dedicated to making your craft, but it is just as necessary as the act of creating.
The minute I feel guilty about not having churned something out, I realize how foolish that premise is from the start. Shaken, not churned.
Craft is an act of finessing it out of you, not pinching a loaf, pushing to give birth or evacuate anything.
There is a spark that resides inside me and it takes a lot of work to get that spark to dance its heart out.
I'm sure some creations were acts of birth, but I would hope most are not so painful.
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Listen to me on Rocker's Dive Radio and BBC Introducing - Jazz on 3 on BBC Radio 3 - from free jazz to fusion, post-bop to electronica.
A pal and I exchanged emails in which we bemoaned our current state of affairs. I said, I am doing something positive to change my life.
How 'bout you?
Thank You Blue - My latest piece.
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