The worst thing about creating music is having to sit down in complete silence.

I seem to have an unfortunate association in my head between musicmaking and smoking. After an afternoon of literally nothing I got through a writer’s block with a cigarette and finished the lyrics in about 15 minutes. Apparently I need to be shaking slightly from the nicotine kick to get just in the right vibe.

Cigarettes and strong black tea. It’s a small price to pay.