It was a hot evening in Manhattan yesterday. I was on a boat in the Hudson river talking to someone I’ve never met before. I mentioned to her in passing that as of January I’ve picked up an intense interest in guitar, and since then have learned a number of songs that I can play and sing. She told me that she also, coincidentally, plays guitar and asked what songs I’ve been working on.
We laughed at the fact that we both knew “Hands Down” by Dashboard Confessional and naturally proceeded to commiserate about failed relationships passed.
What I’ve come to find is that a result of intense sadness or depression experienced is a surge of equally intense creativity. I think without sadness, depression, and dissatisfaction at the state of things, we would never experience the true nature of the arts.