The Rue Patisserie
Jul 16, 2020
A week ago Monday, when my online songwriting group met, I played a song I had written in an hour the day before. When you get back to town and your neighbors have been taking care of your cats, and the cats turn out to have been, as they would say in my hometown, "wicked incontinent," you feel bad. But you also wind up with a song that writes itself. And as I told my friends after I played it, it helped to write something really dumb, because it took the pressure off. There's nothing worse than trying to write a good song to get the Muse to clam up. So a dumb song about cat poop is just the ticket to signal to your peers, "hey man, I'm not trying too hard here." And that in turn provides a clean slate for the next one.