Most days, I walk around thinking of the practical things I need to do…respond to emails, throw together a few meals etc. But on the odd day, I’ll wake up and feel an innate creative energy in my head – it suddenly feels as if my imagination has expanded, like enormous mental space has become available. I feel my creative energy engage in response to this vastness, raring to go, like it wants to run. It’s not that I have a creative idea or concept.
It’s a sensation.
I guess it’s what it means to feel ‘inspired’. Years ago, when I wrote the debut album – I admit that rather than just a few days a month – I felt like that all the time. But it was overwhelming. I couldn’t stand anything interrupting my focus on music. It even annoyed me to have to stop to eat, so I only…
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