After passing the 55 year mark as an active songwriter who truly hasn't done anything else since i was 17, it really isn't about SONGWRITING anymore,.what comes out of me has morphed into a different art form rather then the usual crafted three minute song,..
I don't even look at it as music although thats what it is,.To me what I do at 75 years old when I have a guitar in my hands with shot of inspiration lodged up there under my heart is bloom as a flower blooms when the spring sun hits the dormant seed buried in the frozen ground...Stems and petals emerge,.what the fully developed flower will look like " who knows ",
ALL that matters is that there is this primal urge for the flower to sprout into life which the flower will do regardless of any opposing forces that nature might throw at it...This is my lot as a songwriter...How it happens, how it comes out comes out in a primal explosion that is explainable,.magical,.unknowable,..it just happens with volcanic might ,.It's an occurrence that is filled with awe, wonder, and majesty,
.I am so blessed that I have fostered this god given gift decade after decade,.It has surpassed the reality of being in possession of A GIFT, but rather I have become THE GIFT,.WOW !!!, what an honor,.a universal God given honor,.
To become the thing of your passion..isn't this what we all aspire to become??, that which consumes us will reverential desire and intent !!!..
Think about it.!!!