“Art is how we decorate space, music is how we decorate time” - Jean Michel Basquiat
Inspiration is simply one of those things that we as humans don’t get to choose. It’s like our favourite colour. We don’t choose what particularly inspires us, or when that source finds us; it just happens. This is especially prevalent in musical expression. Bob Dylan has famously described his lyrical process as being an out-of-body, even unconscious-like experience. He describes the words to flow through him like a “ghost” - he never searches for them, instead, they find him. Similarly, Lauryn Hill describes how lyrics often “find her” when she is most tapped into her own narrative, once again emphasising the lack of personal choice within what words in particular find her. Inspiration, then, is not something we control per se, it is an entity that appears not when we want it, but when we need it. It comes when the world starts turning a little grey, and every song starts sounding a little more mundane.
Personally, while I don’t write songs, I do write poetry, and I can wholeheartedly say it works the same way. Yes, I still have to sit with the words, find phrases that rhyme with one another in some sense, but I have never been in control of the words that come to me or the ideas that flow in. They simply appear. This, in particular, is an important aspect in musical expression because often as creative individuals in a rapid-paced, hyper-efficiency oriented society, we try to produce, produce, produce. We try to control when art wants to find us; but that’s the funny thing about inspiration, the more you force it, the more it’ll run away. It’s like the more responsive you are to a teasing toddler, the more they’ll wind up. One day you can come into the studio with an entire free day, knowing you have hours to sit and write, yet nothing comes. You have the pen, the paper, all the equipment it seems, and yet. In another given moment or time, you’ll be in the middle of a run and have to stop, pull out your notes app, and start writing.



