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I always say that I can’t take credit for the really good songs that I write, only the mediocre ones. The good ones come from some place else, some place far beyond my imagination. Great songs come out whole, effortlessly, in the same amount of time as the length of the song itself. I believe this is true for most composers. The times that I’ve tried to actually sit down and write a song have been in vain;  hours and hours of mental labor gone to waste. The songs come out sounding forced and contrived.  In spite of being a composer,  I confess I don’t know how to write a song.   I’ve copywritten great songs, but I really can’t say that I wrote them.  It is as though they were already out there waiting for someone to snatch them up.  Thoughts, colors, sound waves, energy, electromagnetism, emotions, celestial orbits; these are all patterns. Everything in the universe is a pattern, like the mathematical patterning on a piece of sheet music. Truly great melodic patterning that evolks feeling and emotion, comes from all over the universe.  If it comes purely out of one human mind, it will sound dull.  In order to “write” a song, I have to leave my mind completely and open up to the universe to receive whatever is sent.  The mind is useless for this task.  A person can not compose soulfully using the mind.   The mind is controling, it thinks.  The heart space is open, it receives.  This is the essence of all creativity.

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