The Mysteries of Inspiration

Once upon a time, my musical collaborator and Official Hair Twin (Josh) dreamed a song into being. It’s actually a pretty neat little story about a pretty sweet little song — here, I’ll let him tell it:

Writing songs is, for me, such a struggle that I used to really, really wish I could just dream a song like that. “How cool would that be?” I thought. “Maybe my subconscious will come up with something awesome!”It would certainly work better than my current approach, anyway.
You know the bit about being careful what you wish for, right? 
Tuesday morning, I woke up with lyrics on my lips and a whole song lurking in my memory. I came up with some chords for it about an hour before going to practice with Josh. Great, right? But…well, you wanna know what was funny about it?
Here’s what was funny: when Josh, King of the Murder Ballad, wrote a song in his dreams, it was a sweet, beautiful thing. I like to think it says something nice about at least some part of his subconscious mind (never mind the bits that also write murder ballads — we don’t talk about those bits). 
When I finally wrote a song in my dreams, it was apparently all driven by profound anxiety about the coming zombie apocalypse.
No, seriously. 
When you hear it (if ever you do), you’ll know. My subconscious songwriting mind is all apocalyptic, all the time. 

About L. M. Bernhardt

Deaccessioned philosopher. Occasional Musician. Academic librarian, in original dust jacket. Working to keep my dogs in the lavish manner to which they have become accustomed.
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