Febuary 4, 2016

What if?

What if we moved the couch around to the other side of the room, or pulled that painting off the wall and stuck it in the hall? What if we chased furiously after ideas like mad scientists? What if we didn’t? What if we mulled and searched and wept over songs? What if we took the first concept and just ran like wild with it? What if we used our entire quiver of guitars? What if we used the same one, like we did when we were just starting out? What if we went back? What if we went forward? What if we put that mic on this amp, through this guitar? What if we wrote this on the wall of the control room, higher than everything else in the room, at the highest sight-line, higher than artwork and whiteboards before the ceiling becomes the ceiling: “I AM HERE. I AM IN THE ROOM. I AM IN THE DETAILS, IN THE SONGS.”

What if?