It’s pretty late. I’ve had about 3 hours sleep in the last 24 and I’ve spent the best part of the past 6 of those adjusting guitars; trying to keep my lips wet enough to manage a tuneful whistle; singing and re-singing melodies; scribbling words in my battered notebook.. and almost crying in disbelief that Cubase had autosaved all of the work after crashing unexpectedly.

It feels pretty good.

I still don’t feel that I’ve ever yet written a song that’s like, good. I just never feel…not in a good way, it’s not cool, it’s not good.  

Marnie Stern

Seeing someone as amazing as Marnie Stern express this is rather comforting. It’s easy to feel like great musicians are 100% happy with everything they do, and that you must be a fraud because you have a love-hate relationship with your own songs.