So it’s a well-known fact that the majority of my creative inertia comes during the night. I’ve had moments of epiphany that are unrivaled right after a good night’s rest. It is common knowledge that I wrote the song “To Be Lovers,” showed it to my family, and then had to engage in an epic sibling bloodletting to wrest it back from my mop-headed brother, Keith.
And when the smoke cleared, he stole it from me anyway. I just relented because of the fatigue, and because relationships transcend copyright infringement.
This time, I’m not letting go. Last week, I wrote the following intro:
Hello . . . .(long pause) . . . It’s me
I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet
to go over–everythingThey say that time’s supposed to heal, yeah
But I ain’t done much healing
And then—the stupendous, barn-burning chorus:
Hello from the other side
I must’ve called a thousand times
To tell you I’m sorry, for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home
That’s not the whole song, and I’m not going to print them here, because I don’t want anyone else running up into my crib and start claim-jumping.
But Adele’s people better call my people and settle this now. Or I go into lawyer mode.
I have song come to me in my sleep, songs I’ve never heard, but the songs are beautiful. what does this mean?
It means you should be WRITING them down!
Lol
This song made me weep after my sister died. Now that Ron is gone I can barely listen to Adele at all🥺MzH