composition-booksNotes from a Dirty Young Man is the name of a new column from Jonwayne. Best read with a bottle of Cutty Sark and a pack of Pall Malls.

I’ve been making music* for almost 10 years, now, and I still don’t know how to start a song.  You would think if I’ve put a thousand hours in each year, I’d be able to manifest some sort of template of creativity.

No.

Every time it happens I just chalk it up to luck and coincidence.  If you asked me to write a verse in the next 2 hours I’d return with a list of words I hate, crossed out and accompanied by a crudely-drawn face.  However, if I get that spark, in 10 minutes I’ll have a whole track scribbled furiously into some sort of code that only I and chickens (the cluck kind, not the suck kind) can understand.  And these codes are written inside a cheap composition book because fuck Moleskine and anyone who thinks their own words are meaningful enough to justify the purchase of the blank journal world’s Beats By Dre headphones.

I’ve decided to liken my way of songwriting to a sneeze.  You never know when it’s coming. You just have to take a deep breath, anticipate a storm and be self-inflictingly violent for a split second.  Then it’s done.

Showering helps, too.  I hop in the shower and it’s as if I’m cleaning the drains in my head, as well.  All of a sudden all the mental blockades that have been troubling me over the last day or so are suddenly solved.  Makes me wish I could just row myself around Los Angeles naked in a bath tub, shaking hands and rocking shows as if none of life required I put clothes on and not be wet/pruney.

I guess the last part of maintaining a healthy creative flow is consistency of output, and that’s why I like my scatter-shot narrative to spread as much as possible.  I can’t always write raps or make beats or whatever else I’m doing, and when the opportunity presents itself, I’m always up for discovering another tunnel out of my fucky brain.  In conclusion, I spoke to Jeff about writing for this site every now and then for whenever I needed another way to ignite the flame.

I think I’m gonna go write some shit, now.

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