When creativity reaches unthinkable heights and there is no pen and paper to be seen, sometimes (if you're lucky) you will hear a melody. It doesn't really matter what kind of music is playing just then, but it's yours! It's original! And you want to keep it. So you walk around behind people and are instantly anti-social for a few minutes when you realize someone else has begun to sing another song. You panic for a second or two after thinking it is gone. But no! It's still there. Ok, now where is that blank sheet of....? Excuse me, do you have a piece of paper? No? Crap... Oh thank God!
As your thoughts race, you write down the primary lyrics for a chorus. You ignore the paper cut because this is more important... There... You smile. Now you can find your recording device and go through it. Of course, that is only the beginning. When your piano lessons came to an end after only a few months due to a strange smoking teacher, and you couldn't get through your guitar lessons because you thought your fingers couldn't handle it, one must improvise.
myspace.com/davidmoraes is a witness to some of these curious cases. You are welcome to visit and to listen, though I warn you that I dislike my voice. The music is the most important part here. At least to me.
As your thoughts race, you write down the primary lyrics for a chorus. You ignore the paper cut because this is more important... There... You smile. Now you can find your recording device and go through it. Of course, that is only the beginning. When your piano lessons came to an end after only a few months due to a strange smoking teacher, and you couldn't get through your guitar lessons because you thought your fingers couldn't handle it, one must improvise.
myspace.com/davidmoraes is a witness to some of these curious cases. You are welcome to visit and to listen, though I warn you that I dislike my voice. The music is the most important part here. At least to me.
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