There’s nothing like writing a song. I get asked this all the time. How do you do it? That’s like asking, “How do you breathe?” You just do it. It’s almost like I find myself in this kind of meditative zone and then next thing I know I’ve got my guitar, my pen, and my notebook in hand and it’s flowing out of me. Some songs come easier and quicker than others but it’s just a magical feeling that I can’t even put to words. At Collins Drive rehearsal this week, I literally watched a song get nurtured and grow before my very eyes. It all started like a feeble infant. Just the frame, lyrics and chords, unable to stand on it’s own two legs. I played it for the band who looked at me blankly but intently. Then the drums came in… then the bass… then the primary guitar…. then I changed the way I was picking it… and then all of the sudden it was as if it stood upon wobbly legs and started to walk, very shakily and then fall to the ground again. This was such an amazing thing for me and it’s something that had me beaming and unable to sleep that night. This song is now crawling and it will be nurtured and loved and eventually it will stand on it’s own two feet strong, confident, and proud beside the rest of the songs we have. Magic. I wish this was something that everyone could experience just once in their life. There is truly nothing like it in the world. It’s why I do what I do and why I love what I do.