Last night I wrote a song for my son William…finally. He is six years old. By contrast I had one written for my twins and my older son Aiden before they could even walk.
Why is that? Several reasons.
First, by the time he was born, I had given up on writing songs. I already had over 200 written that would never see the light of day because I could never get a band to stick. The kind of music I write is meant to be done by a whole band. Since I didn’t have one, and I already had quite a back catalog, I saw no point in writing more.
Second, I was at a point in my life where I was not “allowed” to spend too much time playing guitar. Your guess at how much time was “too much” is as good as mine. Sometimes I could be on it for a half hour; other days all I had to do was LOOK at it, and I’d get attacked. At any rate, I was never able to come up with anything good for him because I couldn’t jam long enough to stumble upon the right chords and feel.
Last night it took maybe 30-45 minutes to compose it, and the song wound up being less than four minutes long. The length of the creation time was disconcerting to me, but then I had to realize: I have been out of practice for so long that it’s a GIVEN the songs won’t spill out of me like they did when I started writing tunes in 1998.
At any rate, I finished the song. It needs some lyrical tweaking (for some lines there were too many words to fit the rhythm of the tune), but otherwise it is a fitting ode to my little guy, and it accurately represents who he is and how he makes me feel.