The other night on the way home from a meal with my other half (Lucy), we were digging through the CD’s in my car to find something we haven’t listened to in a while. Recently I have been on a trip of Radiohead and the Vaccines with the occasional breaks to listen to Talksport to keep up with the football news.
While rummaging around we came across an album that I hold in the highest regard but have not listened to in long time, in fact I was surprised it was even in my car! The album I am referring to is ‘Well Well Well’ by Milburn. Although I’ve never thought of Milburn as my favorite band, I think this is one of the strongest modern day albums I have owned or listened too (since digging it up I have listened to it at least 6 times over!)
Milburn – Well Well Well
Rediscovering and listening to this album, that I not only think so highly of but was the exact CD that saw me through so many late nights bashing out essays and websites at university, seemed to have a rather profound effect on me. I got home and I felt really inspired to pick up my guitar, and instead of the planned activity of films and Singstar Lucy and me had planned, I played for hours until we decided to go to bed.
First I learned two of my favorite songs from the album and played a few other known favorites. Then I started running through a ‘set-list’ of my own songs. I regularly write songs and have a book that is starting to fill up with ideas, chords and lyrics. They are not by any means masterpieces, however there are a few that I have worked for months on and I am particularly proud of and others that hold meaning in one way or another.
The famous songbook…and a boxing duck!
There was one outcome from this spat of inspiration that I feel was particularly interesting and I don’t believe it would have happened otherwise. After playing for about 90 minutes I was flicking through my book of songs and started playing one I wrote 6-9 months ago, but was never quite pleased with. I started to play, and with the spontaneous tweaking of a simple chord and a slight change of tempo I discovered something I hadn’t noticed before, even though it was always written in front of me. Shortly after Lucy came in the room and said; “who sings that?!”. This is always the sign I know I am on to something good.
I’m interested what inspires others; does a budding filmmaker come home from the cinema and plan their latest project? Does the aspiring author finish their latest read and pick up the pencil (or keyboard!) and get started on their own master piece?
Comment and let me know what inspires you!
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