Comments on: Get Your Creative Juices Flowing

By: Robert Steel

Robert Steel — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 08:21:52 +0000

I’ve always found this method very rewarding and fruitful. Typically it spawns an idea or imagery that turns into a song. Often I find after doing this exercise a song sprouts. Great stuff everyone. It’s 3:15am. Otherwise I’d join in, but must get some sleep. Plus I’ve already written one song today, plus started about 6 others, one of those productive days. Take advantage of them when you can. Oh I guess I could post the lyrics from the one from today. Not my best, but hey don’t question it when it comes, just let it come out to be what it is.

GAIN MY COMPOSURE – 6/10/2008

I made a promise to myself a long time ago
I’d set out with fervor on the road I chose
But I broke that promise, I really, really broke it
So many years passed, so many lies

But I’m not gonna bitch and complain
Not gonna point the finger, not gonna blame
Not gonna cry or hang my head in shame
I’m just gonna gain my composure

I haven’t looked into my eyes in so many years
Afraid of what I will find there
I wanted to be a marine biologists when I grew up
But I grew up and look at me now
No don’t look at me

But I’m not gonna bitch and complain
Not gonna point the finger, not gonna blame
Not gonna cry or hang my head in shame
I’m just gonna gain my composure

Happiness is only a state of mind
I can choose to have it at any time
So can you so don’t bitch to me, just look in you
Besides if any of us really wanted it, we would have it

What I could do with all of that time
I chose to blame someone else for my life
If I had it all back surely at least
I could make a few million paper airplanes

But I’m not gonna bitch and complain
Not gonna point the finger, I hate that game
Not gonna cry or hang my head in shame
I’m just gonna gain my composure

By: Boss

Boss — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 15:27:08 +0000

money:
it gets passed arond more than anything the human hand touches,
being traded away for human neccesities, green like the earths foundation,
but moves fluidly like the earths oceans, people work countless hours just to obtain this, they steal, some even kill just for the dollar bill, can be a coin,. round shaped or squared like a rectangle, It causes people to do things that they justifibly disagree apoun like prostitution or drug sales. we all touch this at some part of our life, this is money.

By: Average Words Per Song And The 80/20 Rule by Graham English

Average Words Per Song And The 80/20 Rule by Graham English — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 03:44:49 +0000

[...] when you look at it that way. So far, this blog post has 127 words. Now, this won’t include object writing exercises. Object writing is like a warm up before exercise. It just loosens the muscles and [...]

By: Random Word Generator by Graham English

Random Word Generator by Graham English — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 06:22:41 +0000

[...] it is now, it’s perfect for object writing and brainstorming. What other uses can you find for [...]

By: Unleash Your Creative Thinking And Bring Excitement To Your Life by Graham English

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 04:04:15 +0000

[...] snapping photos like crazy. Keep a journal and make a point to write in it religiously. A simple creative writing exercise is to describe something with your five senses. Try to avoid vague adjectives like [...]

By: Jerry Dearborn

Jerry Dearborn — Mon, 07 May 2007 04:20:39 +0000

puppy.that little black and white thing running up to you trying to get you to pet it.heavy breathing,panting chasing my car on the way out of the driveway.is it under my car?i didn’t feel a thump so it must be okay.i can hear the owner yelling,swearing for it to get back here ya dumb dog.once on the way there i saw a pug humping a poodle.why is this memory still in my subconscious?i will never know

By: Graham English

Graham English — Fri, 04 May 2007 18:30:15 +0000

That’s a great strategy, Nolwe! Thanks for sharing. Very inspiring.

By: Nolwe

Nolwe — Mon, 30 Apr 2007 20:27:00 +0000

Sounds like a great way to start off your day. I don’t know if this helps anyone, but what I try to do every morning before I do anything else (sometimes I’ll shower first, though, but still) is the following mini-schedule: Stretch! (Normal, Yoga, whatever) Some light exercise (push ups, jumping jacks, something to get the blood flowing), light meditation (or anything that let’s you be at peace in that way), free writing (similar to the above writing exercise [words, not music]. I usually set a time limit of 5-15 minutes), diction/rhetoric exercises (just to try and improve speech and general eloquence), listening (pitches, intervals, whatever you want to warm up on), free improvising (another 5-15 minute time limit. You can warm up on your instrument first, if you’d like.), free composing (even if it’s only a few notes. I try to compose at least a small amount every day to get myself in the habit of composing regularly) and then I usually end with some more stretching and/or a small meditative bit. That collective whole is my daily goal; however, I’m not always able to do all of it. I hope this springs some ideas or helps someone out!

By: Ryan

Ryan — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 05:40:02 +0000

blue meanies fired anti music missiles at the natives which petritricfied them .. their guns shoot blue arrows which alblueterate people stare tired
apple bonkers blue purple and green walk each hill at stride dropping some big green apples on passers by they meet which is a nasy scene
the snapping turks eats kids toys and smokers with guns in their feet if stepped on shoots them in the foot next time wear hard boots

when at dusk their eyes glow in the dark and turn into a film projector in their night when on dutie
they drained the colors from their sight and covered in thorns and thistles

blue meanies have navy blue wooly bellys , got yellow teeth their lips are red lips they have mickey mouse hats on but their cheif has a hat with goofys ear and somewhat yet baffonish

here is some thing i refined .. i wrote it when i was stoned which enabled me to free up sensational equipment , free the nervous system, freed from usual patterns .. from a timothy leary session i heard from

flowing downstream to ride the warm waves
i’m on a trip its a ship leaving my ego,haze
far unseen in a corner of my mind
it rides downstream flows like a maze

flowing downstream shatters like glass falling
its what see it comes from me
riding off the stream unseen
teal or green its what i feel
odd or true its all from you

that boat drifts out of sight

By: Kaleb

Kaleb — Fri, 06 Apr 2007 16:50:25 +0000

Object:spring
Beautiful morning I awake to with warmth outside.I take a gaze at the idyllic site of melting snow still on the ground.The grass just starting to become green with every day that comes.Taking time to enjoy this moment,a light breeze comes down upon me.A spine chiller indeed,but somehow I cant help but enjoy the feeling.I crouch down and to touch the ground.Its still cold and leaves white spots on my hands, which turn back to their original color.I can cars driving on the long endless roads.As one passes me by an elder gives me a joyful look.How great it must be for him too,for spring to be coming along so well.I take a walk for it seems its been forever since I’ve had one.It becomes more and more chilly as I press forward.The wind gets stronger.I turn back.I make it home more quickly with the push of the wind against my back giving me speed.The wind dies down.I’m back where I had started.The snow finally melted.I can see a wonderful lawn in front of me as if it were gazing back at me.I can imagine it saying,”What a wonderful boy.”I just smile, and go back inside.A warm feeling of spring on me.

By: Graham English

Graham English — Thu, 05 Apr 2007 14:42:53 +0000

Great imagery, Mushin. I can really feel it in my body.

By: Mushin

Mushin — Thu, 05 Apr 2007 08:53:49 +0000

the tree in front of my window… have seen it, what a thousand times, tenthousand? Now bathing in the sun, warm, breaking through what’s left of the cold night. In patches here and there some crystallized water, moisture on the window as well.
Taking a deep breath I feel the current of joy running through my veigns. Pre-goose-bumps, a kind of flow right here with me.
Looking again some branches sway. There must be some wind – ah, the air I cannot see, sending me an imgainary chill. Seeing now the little bird, what’s-its-name? He can sing without a name, without me knowing his name, this bird.
When the storm was trees fell over. But I didn’t hear that. It was to loud – the wind. Blowing too hard as to find out if it was chilly; and it was Febuary!
Again the bird sings, an I still don’t know its name.

By: Graham English

Graham English — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 21:41:04 +0000

Love it Lew! You put me right there with “October breeze.” Awesome.

By: Lew

Lew — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 21:14:40 +0000

object: Neighborhood
Kids play as the sun goes down in the west. Tired boys dribble a basketball and walk down the sidewalk as the light separates in pointed triangles wherever it can creep out. The horizon is partly in it’s way. A girl in a house watches longingly and she can almost feel the october breeze when she sees the hair of the boys pushed back lightly and naturally. She looks down and knows that she’s got a lot ahead of her, and quickly she steals another glance at the boys, gaining a quick, vicarious escape.

By: Graham English

Graham English — Fri, 28 Apr 2006 06:50:32 +0000

Yeah, you’re welcome. It really nails it down to a concrete task. Just write from your senses about an object. How simple?!

By: Bryan Henry

Bryan Henry — Fri, 28 Apr 2006 06:45:23 +0000

Great idea. This will really come in handy when I am sitting down with nothing but a blank sheet of paper.
Being new to songwriting I have found many days where I could find nothing I felt worth singing about. My usual process is to make a title and then just write random words down. While this works I find it very unorganized and does not make a great story when it is completed. My lyrics tend to be to general and not focused. I think this method may help out in future songs.
Thank you very much
Bryan Henry
http://bryanhenryns.blogspot.com

By: Graham English

Graham English — Tue, 21 Mar 2006 20:03:23 +0000

Object: Puppy
furry black and white puppy always running with his long tongue hanging out of his mouth. Little cute paws and a short constantly wagging tail. Looking up at me it jumps and jumps and gets so excited that it pees on the carpet and then retreats because it knows it’s done something bad but before long it’s wagging his tail again and yelping to play with him