I absolutely hate it. The chorus bugs the f*&c# out of me. It’s like one of those annoying songs that gets stuck in your head for days.
I recently read an article comprised of writing tips from famous women authors. Was it in the NY Times? I can’t seem to find it via Google search. One of the women suggested that the novel in progress that’s stored away in your drawer needs to be thrown out. If it was stored away because you thought at the time it was bad, then it mostly like is bad. It’s not salvageable.
At the time, I thought it was an interesting window into someone else’s creative mind, but didn’t personally connect to it. Then this morning, driving to work, that article from months ago came back to me, and I found myself visually ripping up “Clap For Youself”. It was easy to let go. There’s a few other things I’m dying to start, and this project was just in the way. I did not waste time wondering how to fix it. I didn’t pine over little parts I liked or feel a need to “finish what I started”.
And then, in thinking about the next project on deck, “Mas Caliente Que El Sol”, the oddest thing happened. Keep in mind that I was still behind the wheel, and I’m glad I didn’t crash.
“Clap For Yourself” appeared as a vision, not as music. It appeared as layers of elements piled on top of each other, non linear, all at once. Papers on top of notes on top of words on top of song sections. I knew “Clap For Yourself” lived on. Tonight I erased 80% of the music, including that annoying drone chant of a chorus. So this will either work, or it won’t work, but it’s worth a few more days of trying.
Will it be rip “Clap For Yourself” or will it be R.I.P “Clap For Yourself”? Stay tuned!