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.