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Something about roads and cars, I think.

The problem that I've always had as a musician was writing songs. I wanted to make my own songs. Play my own songs and sing my own lyrics. I just never had the time to sit down and do it. It was like songwriting was a terrible chore. I also felt like I never had anything to write a song about. Who am I to be writing songs about life at 19 years old? It seems a bit pretentious.

That's okay.

I am going to force myself to write a song every day in November. It doesn't matter how terrible the songs are. In fact, it's better if they're terrible. I figure that out of the 30 or so songs that I write, at least a couple of them have to be okay. Which is good. Then I'll have a bunch of songs that sort of suck.

But they'll be mine.

A couple of times before I've felt so inspired. I would sit down with the guitar and start playing. Then words would start coming to mind and before long I'd be laying down tracks. The final product would be imperfect at best, but was a good exercise in self-reliance and creativity. I wish that happened to me more often. I do not really have the time to record songs like that anymore, though. I think.

One time we were having a jam session. If there's one thing we love, it's jamming. Since we were all jazz musicians, improvisation was a major part of our music. So we'd start playing random chord progressions and before long everybody had jumped in, playing their own part that they'd made up. One night, in particular, stood out. We were playing a song and it just clicked. Something in all of us. There was a vibe in the room, a connection between everyone. It was electric. It flowed perfectly, as if it was an old rehearsed song of ours. And I started singing. Words just started falling out of my mouth and everybody else seemed to expect it and move around them accordingly. It was as if we had all achieved an enlightened state. We ended the song and sat there for a few seconds. True music. Raw music. It was blissful. I've never felt like that before in my life. It was true perfection.

We forgot everything about the song, so we can't play it ever again.

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