The other night we were working on a song that I never sat down and wrote. I never penned it to paper and we played it as a band for 3 years before we hardly had a conversation about an arrangement. This week we tracked it in the studio and it’s the only song we didn’t really even tweak at all. It’s just something we sort of played and eventually became a song. I love it when a song writes itself.
I’ve heard that many of the famous folk songs of history were actually written similarly, but over the decades by the various people. Each encountered the melody or a lyric in passing on some long forgotten walk, or in the chaos of some random street corner. People who worked the fields or drove cattle would hum melodies to pass the the time and others would take them and make them their own. I love the idea of the song being bigger than the writer. I like to think of a song as a conversation that you could have with thousands of people you will never meet, even folks who exist years and worlds apart.
You never know how far a good song might walk. You could be writing ideas and themes that could be shaping the way people think a hundred years from now. Your melodies might travel into the future without you, knocking on the door of your children’s children. You might be singing into the future…. just a thought. No Big Deal.