It's been a while since I've written anything new. NYC was a kick to the gut, musically. I arrived with my dream album in tow, only to find that the only way to play live was to use session players at $100-200 a gig. I had 12 people on my last album. Do the math...
I created a mental musical block in my head. I didn't touch my guitar for a long time. I found solace playing drums in KiL, my punk band in NYC. But I finally got the old muse back and popped out a song. It was that same old feeling, trying desperately to write the lyrics flowing through my head, usually about 2 lines behind, before it evaporated into the ether. If I don't finish a song in like 20 minutes, I let it go. You can't force it. In the words of Donavan, it's like trying to catch the wind.
It's not my best, but it felt good to feel the rush of a song forcing it's way out again. I missed that.
It's on the Loosies page called Parked In Stillorgan.