It’s 1 AM in the wee hours after the autumnal equinox, the perfect balance of daylight and darkness. I fall into my rhythm this time of year, hit my stride. Screw January for new beginnings; my rebirth is when the first hint of chill hits the air, summer yielding its power, relenting to cool nights, blankets on the couch, overflowing words.
I should be asleep, but what am I doing? I’m up streaming some YouTube videos, awestruck by talent. Inspired. Moved. Thinking on what collaborations, what genius can come when one creative spirit crashes into another and sparks fly. Late nights with blankets and winding conversations and empty shot glasses set my muse free.
Inspire me. Let me tell your story thirty-five different ways. Let me tell the truth; let me tell a lie.
And let me inspire you. Move forward. Smile. Be happy. Trust me. Don’t waste a day, a moment-when I turn away, call my bluff, because I will sure as hell call yours. Create create create, and share it with the world for free or for pay but don’t ever stop again…keep going, inspire me.
As the leaves start to turn, I feel the possibilities on the wind…something magical with wild potential just around the corner. I don’t want to figure you out; I just want laughter, words, and for your music to play on.