When an artist is so overcome by inspiration,they’re electric, the feeling is incomparable. The feeling when I’m spilling over with ideas is indescribable. Temporary euphoric paralysis, perhaps? I’m so caught up in the awesome potential of a great idea, I fear any sudden movements will break the spell. I love whirlwinds.
I recently happened upon a bonus track on one of my favorite albums, the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Stadium Arcadium.” It was audio commentary where they discussed the majority of the album. Two things about “Stadium”: 1) You need this in your collection. It’s amazing. There’s a bit of everything that is good and righteous about music. 2) John Frusciante is giving Flea a run for his money as second favorite Chili Pepper by saying he sought inspiration from Wu Tang’s “Enter the 36 Chambers” during the writing of this album. But what struck me more than anything was what Anthony Kiedis said regarding one of the songs:
You start to sometimes get the feeling that the music was already there before you walked into the room.
And that’s inspiration. When art seems to come alive in a consecrated space, and you’re merely the instrument. I never feel more connected to the universe than when I’m truly struck by inspiration.
However, if art was only about waiting to be struck by random divine moments, everyone would be artists. Every soul has a moment where they’re touched by divinity. Inspiration is akin to the lusty, love at first sight moment: your future someone standing across the room, bathed in a warm glow, simply waiting.
To truly be successful though, is to grind in the muck for those few exquisite lines, perfect lighting, soul-rending notes. There are days that I plead for the absence of fear and the use of my voice. The fear doesn’t really come from underestimating the power of my voice, but rather, being acutely aware of said power. The responsibility that comes with being listened to is humbling.
I’m obsessed with saying, not necessarily the right things, but the things that will echo my truths. Sometimes I take breaks from blogging because I know what I’ve written was disingenuous. If only one person reads my blog, that one person deserves better. I try not only to write from joy and objectivity, but also pain and not so pretty emotions. Praying for the balance to display both honestly is one half of the battle; working in harmony with those prayers is the other.
If inspiration is the infatuated love at first sight, then actively pursuing and honing one’s craft must be the marriage. My craft is my voice. Til death do we part.