For every song I’ve “put out” there’s been a massive amount of material I’ve made that’s gone in the trash. Music tends to repeat itself (in song forms, in lyric forms). And if we resurrected the corpses of a lot of those songs we might find less interesting versions of the finals that eventually made it.
I need the process of carving, sketching, experimenting and testing my writing because I think it births a better song.
The shot above is from an old diner jukebox (there was one every few seats) and even though the machines are now empty and essentially unplugged, no one’s removed them. Maybe they still enjoy the relics of yesterday or haven’t found anything to replace them with.