1 post from April 2007

At last I have finally mixed down the songs I needed to get out of myself. Well, two songs and one that would pass as a song if you like music that doesn't have soul or perhaps if you like to hear some boring guy whine about apathy.

Now they are (semi) professionally recorded and mixed I can't help but look sadly upon the massive two year creative gap between writing them and now. I look at how I've turned from a kid with much to express and get off his chest as a form of self help therapy into the boring old man I am now that doesn't do much apart from trying to complete a "low-level challenge" on Square-Enix's Final Fantasy XII.

Where is it I can now draw inspiration from? I listen to music to get that golden tune or song that hits the spot but instead of inspiring me I feel that all that I would ever want to say has already been said. And in a way better way than I could ever achieve. It's as though all I aspired to be and achieve has just sodded off and left me to my own boring thoughts and amusements.

Whenever I hear people explaining in interviews, be it a visual artist, musician, comic, or even writer, they often say they draw their inspiration from the people and the places that surround them. Something so easy to relate to unless one finds themselves static and as afraid to wander outside alone as I am. Don't get me wrong. I'm not agoraphobic. I enjoy being outside whatever the weather as long as I am with people. But with age comes responsibility which justifies why friends rarely have the time to be outside with me to do seemingly nothing for a while.