There is the moment of triumph, when you have some words and some chords and some melody and you see how all that you have in front of you is gonna shape up into a song.
Just a few minutes ago it was barren struggle to find an idea, a concept, a story, a line, a word, some melody, the feel, the pulse of the song.
Then, there it is, something with a few words, a couple lines of melody, a feel....
A Song.
i wonder where it will go and how it will grow....
"It's like a warning to me...... Stay still, Shakey, and you'll turn to rust and dust....... So I keep on moving" -Neil Young
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