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Thursday, March 17, 2011
; 9:45 PM

You know how most people begin writing their songs by first composing the melody and then finding the appropriate words to put in? I guess that's the norm, the convention.

For me, I always found it easier to come up with the lyrics first and then find the right sound to accompany the words. Music to me was always about the words. Words first, more than anything. I guess it's like writing poetry and then turning it into a song so really, songs are just poems being sung. Or at least this is what I envision my songs to be. I wouldn't say I've been influenced by anyone or anything, it's just the way I work. Nothing wrong with that.

Perhaps the reason for my desire to learn the guitar, was to be able to put the melody behind those words. It may not have been for the purpose of purely creating new music but still, that shouldn't be a reason why I shouldn't be learning the guitar. I guess the end product will still be the same to people on the outside, but it's so different from the inside.


the little rocker

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