Musical chairs.
I am a very sensitive person. If you imagine every human being has tiny little mood buttons across their forehead, all different colours, each button meaning something different…red for anger, blue for sadness, green for jealousy, yellow for happiness, pink for love etc, my little mood buttons would activate at the softest touch. I am a very amplified person, small things make me very happy, small things make me very sad. At the moment, many many small things are making me happy; my happiness is all the way up there in the clouds. But sometimes being such a sensitive person isn’t so great. I feel things too much; guilt, sadness… just general badness. And I find a good way to vent these extra feelings off, is to write songs. They’re never usually aimed at particular people as such, inspired by particular people, perhaps, but never at people. They’re just feelings I’ve been feeling, put into a song, usually with a made up storyline, or a muddle of different real-life situations merged into one to make something new. The beauty of writing music, is that all my happiness, or sadness or whatever is turned into something creative, something that others can perhaps relate to, or maybe even enjoy. It’s something good, that’s come out of something potentially bad and I’m thankful for my ability to put my feelings down onto audio paper. Sure, my songs are influenced by a combination of situations between my ex, or people I used to see, both years ago, and recently, I’ll admit, but that’s how you write music really, right? Life events, they give you something to write about. I couldn’t give a rat’s arse about those particular situations right now, they’re a thing of the past, I just know that they helped inspire me to create something new, and to pent off all these feelings floating about. I have every right to feel, and every right to write about how I feel. I don’t write music for anyone else, I write it for myself, it’s just a bonus if anyone else enjoys it, or can relate to it. And I will write, and write and write until I can no longer think or feel for myself.
