Okay, so how do you explain this? It's been ages since i've had the time to sit down and pound out (mentally and on my poor battered synth) a new tune - despite my constant desire and best of intentions. Stupid stuff like banking blunders, nasty ebay sellers, dire mobile phone customer service operators, etc. keep stealing my precious leisure time...not that there is even that much to begin with!
Telly series come and go (yes, alright, i confess - none too proudly - that i'm a pathetic telly addict), seasons do the same, and right when strawberries are back in season I'm reminded that life is just slipping away...and me with it. Which brings me to my point. You know how many inspired artists always say that their ideas just 'popped unbidden' into their heads? Well, it's a feeling I relate too as that has always been the case with me. 99% inspiration and 1% perspiration (which could explain the plethora of musical tracks lying resolutely on my hard drive and the lack of any record deals.....but i digress).
I awoke this morning with a start to realise that the 'gods' of artistic inspiration are angry with me. No, they're pissed actually. I know this because I awoke to a fully formed 'Eurovion-esque' Turkish/Maltese melody along with equally revolting accompanying lyrics in my head. The more I tried to block the cheese-tastic euro beats pounding away merciously in my brain, the more they took over and new and more grotesque lines wrote themselves line after line.So, I'm going to do what any other self-respecting telly head would do in my position. I'm going to go shove some m&m's down my throat, inhale a giant cappucino and flip on E4 to see the latest Big Brother shananigans until my head returns to normal. If it doesn't, then at least I'll enjoy my sugar comedown whilst watching unfortunates even stupider than myself. Adios.
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