Had an epiphany one weekend ago.
What makes me different as a lyricist is my love for words. Sure, songwriters will claim the same thing, but not as much as I do.
I enjoy phrases and words used in movies. I get giddy over properly placed figures of speech. I don't care if it is too british or not used in the vernacular; if it sounded great, it will find its way to one of my songs.
This is also a curse.
That is why people can't sing along easily. It is not as if these are deep jargons noone would understand. Listeners who claims to be music lovers do not like dissecting. They want words to be easily digestible. Think Lang Leav. Why is she more quoted than the witty lines of Frank O Hara? EXACTLY.
I helped Art rewrite her song last night.
I find it cute that she is trying to find her voice. And somehow, now, she is listening to his geeky old man babble about the importante of a rhyme or why repetitive words in the same verse is a no-no, unless for and only for emphasis.
I treasure times like these.
These are a few of the instances I know I am doing well as a father — that I am needed.
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