The only thing that separates a mess of seemingly disparate observations and a song is a moment of excessive confidence. As time goes on words and ideas begin to catch and gather around the original suspiciously arbitrary seeds of inspiration. There are times when I must admit that all the verse has in common with the chorus is that they both came out of my imagination, but isn’t that enough?That is some profound shit. In a modest way. I am a big fan.
Friday, April 11, 2008
a moment of excessive confidence
Andrew Bird on the process of writing music: