What music would you write without any thought of radioplay or being commercial or fitting into a scene or making a crowd jump up and down?
What sort of music would make you happy if you didn't care about anyone hearing it?
If you didn't care about selling records or being recognised what sort of music would you write?
If you didn't care what your mum or dad thought, or what your friends thought or what other musicians and bands thought, or your girlfriend or flat mates or the girl or boy down the street that you wanna impress then what sort of music would you write?
If I locked you in a room and said "there's no chance of you getting out ever ever again, you will never do anything except sit here with this guitar and write music that no one will ever hear", what sort of music would you write then?
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A song in Em, every line beginning with "I", no choruses or bridge, the musical equivalent of porridge: grey, mushy and with no real flavour of it's own....
I find all those censuring postulations kinda comforting in a perverse way. They define the edges of the blackboard I draw on, and every time I go over the edges the board just get bigger.
Maybe it's a fear of reaching too far, greatness forever dancing before you, but when you touch it occasionally it's just enough to keep you travelling and pretending that you don't really care what others think of your naked words.
But you do.
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