It’s official…it’s happened. I have a severe case of writer’s block. School started a week ago, and my brain has had no time to think about writing or even figure out what to write about. Also, in the same week, music just isn’t hitting the same anymore, and I fucking love music. I listened to almost 100,000 minutes of music last year. If you break it down, that means I listened to about 4 hours of music a day.
Music has always been a love of mine. I don’t know what kind of listener you are, but I almost always listen to music for the lyrics. The beats don’t have to be amazing, but if the words hit home for me, I’ll have a song on repeat for days. I even have some monumental songs that, every time I listen to them, bring me right back to the exact spot I was in when I first heard them.
Like the song “All Eyes On Me” by Bo Burnham. I remember I was obsessed with this song when I first moved into my one-bedroom apartment. I had a rug and that was it—no furniture, but I’d lay down on that rug and blast this song at full volume at all times of the day. Mostly to procrastinate unpacking. The part in the song where he sings, “Get up! Get up! I’m talking to you, get the fuck up!” was the one line that would get me off my ass and actually start opening boxes.
I could say so much about so many songs…I’ve even written full-page analyses of songs and what they mean to me. Wait, actually—that’s a good idea. I’ll most likely start doing that again. Bro, for some songs, I could go line by line and explain why they hit my soul.
Wow, look at that—my writer’s block is cured, and all I had to do was start writing. Funny how that happens.