When I listen to music that moves me to create or to get energized, sometimes I wonder at the brilliance of this artist for writing such beauty. To know what level to carry their voice, to use the right music tracks. There’s so many levels to it that intimidate me to even think about. And then I remember that this is not the artist’s first work.. I imagine years of creating what he thought were final drafts, but only to be put into the garbage. Years of sleepless nights working, and throwing away. Until finally. The coal has been pressured into a diamond. And I tell myself that this is me. This is my work. A different pace, yes. An entire different animal. But the same.