We are not a-Mused

She's gone, She's gone. My beautiful muse has deserted me. I have looked everywhere, but, my woman done left me. I have hit the blogging equivalent of writer's block; Blogger's Nipple, anyone?

Do I blame it on the February Blog Olympics? Did I peak too soon? Who knows? Whatever, it is has upped sticks and vanished. Where do I go from here: Twitter? Twatter is a very lonely place, my friend(s). When you look back at your Blogs, you do get a sense of accomplishment, a finished product as it were. As for Twatter, it has more in common with Haiku than Blogging - random thoughts that do not really require an answer or a response. Now, I am no prolific Blogger, but, even the 1 or 2 comments that do get left from time to time on my pages, do give me a sense of connection with the reader. Perhaps Twizzler isn't for me - we'll see.

If, on your travels, you happen to see a beautiful girl who fills you with a sudden urge to write all your thoughts down , you know where to send her...

Here is the News, I mean Muse.........

Greetings Ladles and Germs

As Jimmy Greaves used to say, "Songwriting is a funny old game". Much has been said on the subject and among my favourite theories is the one whereby the Songwriter is basically a Antenna and Songs are simply signals floating around in the ether waiting to be tuned in (turned on, dropped out?). Now that is, indeed, a lovely image of the Songwriter sat with either a Pencil (true Artist), a Pen (struggling Musician) or a Laptop (Teenager) and grabbing these Tunes out of the sky and claiming them as their own. However, in reality (well, mine at least) it is more akin to staring blankly at four walls, praying for inspiration to beam you on the head, Newton -Apple style.

Inspiration comes in the strangest form and, presently, the Muse of yours truly is to be found within the pages of the mighty (mighty, spade and whitey) Facebook, of all places. No, Please wait, before you switch off - let me explain. On signing up to be a "Booker" (I have no idea if that is the correct term, but, I prefer it to "Fooker"), I hooked up with a lot of old school friends and someone had posted a school photo from 1975 and I got to wondering what curveballs life had thrown at those boys over the last 33 years. Well, before I knew it The Muse had turned on the Hot Tap and was filling up the Bath for me to hop in and soak it all up (you just don't get that kind of analogy in the Guardian). Some 3 weeks later I am 4 new songs to the good and, trust me, for someone who once took 10 years to complete a song, that is nothing short of an Elvis Costello-like output rate.

Today's show was brought to you by the Number 3 and the Letters J and Z.

N.B. Pronounced Zee if you are either
A: American
B: A Sesame street addict or
C: Under 13

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A: Quentin Tarantino
B: Frank Windsor or
C: Had no access to a TV in the 70's


Peas and Glove

Mick