Block

Writer’s Block sounds like it should be the name of a building on a university campus or a low-budget soap opera about aspiring novelists living on the same street, broadcast on Radio 4, at 1am. It should not be a condition or state of mind one finds oneself in when trying to produce something out of words that suddenly materialise in one’s mind, vanilla jump pineapple. Alas, that’s exactly what it is and exactly what happens.

Creative stimulus, or stimuli, hasn’t or haven’t hit me. What’s more, I don’t know if I should be referring to it or them in singular or plural because my current stimulation level or levels creativity-wise is or are zero. Now I’m just confusing myself so I’ll not keep this going much longer.

Promise I’ll try harder another time. Maybe not next time, but another time.

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There’s something lovely and summery about this one. Whether it’s a light violin riff, or loosely slapped bass line, or even that sounds like it belongs in a Beach stage of a game of Tekken I just don’t know. All I do know is that it’s considerably easy listening during the current warmth that may or may not last.

In the interest of trying to jazz this up a bit (which is weird because it’s not even remotely jazz), I’ll create a new genre name to best describe this; a name that won’t involve “jazz”. No, I think I’d like to call this “nod-along funk”, simply because, while it may not be as funky as other funk songs that have ever existed, it has managed to force my head to bob up and down involuntarily.

Justice – Safe And Sound