I went to bed far too late last night after being ambushed by the piano and a tune in my head. I woke up this morning with an idea for the B section, got out of bed, tried it on the piano and it worked beautifully. The lyrics for that section wrote themselves – I’m not sure what they mean or what the song is about, but give it a few days and something will turn up. It nice when a song has an easy birth. Finishing it is another task altogether.
I’m a night owl doing night owl things. I come home at one in the morning to my fellow night owls, who I find cooking dinner or doing the washing at after midnight. ‘Tis so nice to keep the same unusual hours as other people. No sneaking around trying not to make noise (which is nigh on impossible when you’ve had a few wines and are wearing high heels on marble floors), and people to say ‘hola’ to in the wee small hours of the morning.
Here’s the Argentinian Short-eared Owl.