How I feel about my music varies wildly. Sometimes I don't think I can ever make it sound like it should, and trying to improve it bit by bit feels futile, like painting the mouldings in a hopelessly jury-rigged building. I worry that if I invite everyone else over, the roof might fall in on them. But sometimes when I'm alone, I can turn it up, take off my shoes, and rattle the walls. And if they fall down, I can always build something new.
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