Last Cigarette
As I've attempted to rekindle my songwriting spark during these past few months, I've come up short. Using a variety of exercises to stir the creative juices, lacking any true inspiration. Waiting out the rut has been frustrating, as I've repeatedly challenged myself, only to come up short. However, the songwriting bug has a habit of striking when least expected. For the past few weeks, I've been on cloud nine, excitedly counting down the days until I will have the opportunity to witness my favorite artist, Gary Allan, at a concert (In an exciting turn of events, local country station, 95.5 WFMS, announced this past week that Gary will also be playing in Indianapolis a week and a half after the concert I had already planned on attending. Do I have tickets to the second show as well? Duh!). I admire his work, and the raw emotions that bleed from every song. Getting lost in his albums, with exquisite arrangements and soul piercing lyrics, I find release and vision for ...