2003-06-06 - 10:49 a.m.
I wonder which muse might push into mire next. There have been the ones about coffee, Halloween, late night road trips and most recently a dirge of the bittersweet process involved in selling my old house; including the memories.
Guitarlita taps into the spirits when she likes while I remain a ready channel, waiting for a signal. When there is none, we practice and play the old ones. Miss Jane lets us bounce the stream of art off her head; most times we get a fair reading, sometimes she's just being kind.
I have heard songs refered to as children, but it's not the child, it's the spirit of the child. Songwriting is a spiritual process; I wonder which muse might come to visit.
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