“Wait until you meet someone new. When you do you will be writing crack happy songs!” a friend remarked. For a while I too believed that only someone else could inspire music. Yet, life always surprises and as cliché as it sounds I discovered that I am the source of my own happiness; no one can arouse anything that I don’t already feel.
Regarding matters of the heart I am a cynic but something surprising happens when I compose music. The cynic disappears (much to my alarm) and something wondrous steps in. Before you ask I have not fallen in love or won the lotto. A change, the change that I have been begging for, has come. And strange as it sounds I am happy. Life is by no means perfect but I am content. I even selected a few songs written for the ex; songs saturated with love. And they don’t leave me feeling sad or depressed. In fact I am deeply appreciative of the love that was shown to me…
“I can’t take another sad song from you” said my Mark. “But I love the misery!’ I exclaimed. I suppose he always knew the day would come when I would no longer feel such deep longing. Yes, I needed to purge, expunge and leave behind, all the things that caused me pain. I managed to do that with the Call It Love album.
I might never stop writing my crime songs (I really do enjoy killing people off) but those are not the songs I will select for the third album. The themes will be big – poverty, revolution, war and a range of other calamities and amidst those changes two people who cannot help but love each other. Call it Love was my Pandora’s Box. All my demons have been slayed. Now all that’s left is hope….