Once upon a time I thought that hitting my funny bone was what one would call…a real “bitch”? Unfortunately, I was sorely mistaken. There is in fact a greater evil out there. A heinous occurrence I hope to encounter only on the rarest of occasions. This unspeakable anathema is dreaded by the best of writer’s, both young and old, and is called (dun dun dun).. Song Writer’s Block. Most commonly described as: The feeling of being unable to formulate thoughts into sentences, accompanied by a suitable melody. It’s undoubtedly an awful and particularly dreaded feeling.
The whole Writer’s Block catastrophe happened gradually over a span of roughly 35 days. It began as a set of writings that amounted to be mediocre, at best. As the days progressed on I would write a song or two, but I would fail to give them endings. Now i’m 36 days deep into this circuitous entrapment that has become my sad life, due to writer’s block. And now I stand before you, a decrepit version of my former youthful self, unable to formulate a worthy chord progression.
I feel as though I'm trapped against a wall and I don’t know what to do. Is there counseling that a person in my situation can seek? Is medical help a viable option? Perhaps there is an “AA” group for people suffering from song writer’s block? I asked my family and they said, “maybe if you left that room of yours other then to get food you would have more inspiration to write.” So I tried getting out of my recently renovated cave of despondency, in hopes that something would strike a chord in my effort to deplete the writer’s block. I decided that there is no better cure for me then shopping, and I honestly had a blast blowing every last penny of my paycheck. The fun came to an unfortunate end soon after I returned home and discouragingly failed at yet another one of my hopeless writing attempts. I saw my doctor who in two short words told me that I “seem fine”. I still don’t comprehend how he gained enough knowledge to come to any conclusion, considering all he did was check my heart rate and once again confirm my unwavering 98.6˚ temperature. Lastly, after several visits to my quack of a therapist she ignorantly told me that my “only problem is how much I over analyze my inability to put thoughts to paper”. So evidently she’s a whacko. It’s funny, I always heard that therapists need more therapy then their patients, and now I believe it.
My family may not understand how my writing process works, my doctor may have not been the right person to see about this, and my therapist seemingly smokes crack, but I didn’t know where else to turn. I still don’t know where to look for guidance. I’d send a prayer up to the big guy, but he’s got much bigger fish to fry. It’s not that I’m incapable of going a week or two without jotting down a new song or idea that is causing such a panic. It’s the fact that the “bitch” that is the “Song Writer’s Block” sometimes doesn’t just ease away, come one sunny day. The “bitch” of all “bitches” clings to your mind, body, and soul, Sucking you dry of any content, melodies, and the most imperative of all song-writing tools, your hope.
Hope is what carries and nurtures a song from the first note to the last word that leaves a singer’s mouth, concluding a brand new work of art. Once the hope is gone any trace of inspiration let alone motivation has diminished right along with it. Tragedy strikes innocent lives on a daily basis. We get no warnings, no signs, nothing. We wake up one morning with our world in tact and end it with everything we once knew in shambles. As human beings we feel pain and we suffer when struck with loss, but if we maintain hope that better days are to come isn’t that all we need to prosper?
I’m not talking about the, “I hope I get a car for my birthday”, kind of hope. I’m talking the hope that blacks and whites would one day attend school together, the hope that America would come together as one after 9/11 and pick up the pieces together, and the hope that with every bad time any one of us should go through the days that succeed are filled with happiness and love. I may be in quite the predicament when it comes to my “Song Writing Block”. I also may be a tad skeptical from time to time regarding whether or not this writing block will subside, but I will never lose hope. I’ve been on the other side where hope ceased to exist, and it’s a place I don't plan on ever returning to. What needs to be acknowledged is that hope isn’t just a word. Hope is a part of who you are, who you want to be, and where you wan’t to take your life. Life isn't remotely as easy as I grew up anticipating it to be. Life frequently pinpoints are weak spots and torments us until we give out. It's not the fairest of fights, but it's not just that you are unlucky or that I was dealt a bad hand of cards. The truth of the matter is that everyone has their problems and struggles, it's just those who never give up hope in themselves and in this world that flourish. In conclusion, from the wise borderline inappropriate words of the 80's rapper Nas, "Life's a bitch", he said it. Life may be a bitch but it sure doesn't stand a chance against anyone with a strong sense of hope.