“And you put the glass up to the wall, and you can hear through the wall a little bit more of the song – maybe just the middle bit this time… And so it goes on until eventually, after however long it can take – sometimes a few days, sometimes months – you piece the whole thing together.”
Nick Lowe says songwriting is like living next door to an apartment where “they’ve got a radio tuned constantly on – tuned to a really cool radio station.”
“[T]he older I get, the more I think it’s this listening. You listen for it, and you have a bit of patience…when I listen to some of of my old stuff, I can tell when I had a good idea, but I forced it through, and I can hear myself – the bit that I’ve written, which sounds clunkier than the stuff that just sort of comes.”
This pretty much sums up what writing short stories is like, for me anyway. Except I don’t live next to that apartment, but down the hall.
*One of the neat-o things about having your own blog is that you can title posts however dreadfully you want! But it could have been worse: I also considered “Sip,” because when David Bowie released “Low,” Lowe in turn released “Bowi.”