I think about the bones of the song–the structure, the melody, and the instruments as well as the passion the musicians put into that music. All the practice and change that went into it.
And then I imagine every other song that musician ever wrote–every scale and note she played in practice, the encouragement and criticism she’s received over the years, elation, doubt, and how she chose to keep going.
So here I am listening to “Only If For A Night” by Florence and the Machine, knowing every note that crashes into my chest has a thousand notes beneath it. I’m writing in my notebook aware that what’s coming out needs a lot of work and will probably only be seen by a handful of people. But I’m loving it because maybe, if I’m lucky, one day I’ll write a sentence like Florence wrote a song, and it will crash into you.
Michelle Joyce Bond