Sex and inspiration
Yesterday, before going to bed, I laid down, closed my eyes with one forearm and masturbated. I tried to focus on original fantasies and maintaining a steady rhythm (you know, as if it was a dance). My room was warm, but I felt on fire. It was tremendous.
As I started to relax, music invaded my head. I mean, tunes and arpeggios were bouncing off each other, and the sexual thing I had just gone through was the equivalent to a majestic chorus. Music was invading my head, it was filled up with many original ideas and I thought I had a “Bohemian Rhapsody” in my mind. I was convinced that every song should feel like a sexual experience, that sexuality should be on the forefront of a songwriter’s mind.
As I was going through this, I remembered how fucking important it is to get up, go to the piano, grab a pencil and start printing out all of the ideas when one is in that state of mind, but I dozed off a little bit. Two minutes later I opened my eyes and absolutely all inspiration was gone. I felt so frustrated, but it still had been an awesome day so I cleaned up and rested. I had a very sexual dream today, but woke up with no music in mind.
It would have been a great start to a songwriting process had I been ready to write it :<