Making Music Makes Me Happy

It’s a grey autumnal Sunday, the leaves are swirling around the bins outside and intermittently the drizzle trickles down the window pane.

I am surrounded by guitars, microphones, and keyboards. A humming Macbook awaits my bidding. I am happily submerged in music. Such possibilities at my fingertips. What am I going to create today? I have some songs to tweak, some ideas to start, some mixes to put down and some lyrics to pick through. There will be many cups of tea consumed and a few biscuits dunked in my pursuit of….

…well what am I pursuing? That’s the best bit. I’m not really pursuing anything. Time has no meaning. I am conjuring in the dark. I am tinkering and dreaming, strumming and humming, noodling and doodling.  I’ve just looked up at the clock and I have lost an hour or two. This is why I am happy.

I used the word submerged earlier because the creation of music for me feels like diving under the surface of a humdrum world and discovering the magic of the deep. If I’m lucky, I might hook a song and drag back to the surface to see if it can survive in the harsh light of reason. When I am creating I am at play. Remember play? You were encouraged to play as a child and then when you got too old you were told to work instead. You play a song, you play a guitar. I hope, wherever you are, and however busy you are, you’ve managed to spare a moment to get submerged in something this weekend. All work and no play tarnishes the shine of life