The following is part of a new series called "The Dispatch" >> bi-weekly thoughts and observations on a life of intentional creativity. For past posts, click on "The Dispatch" (above)
There’s a grungy romance to an empty club during load in and soundcheck.
The lights are up - fully illuminating the thin layer of grime that covers just about every square inch of a music venue. Employees sweep up beer cans missed by last night’s crew, techs run between backstage and front of house solving the same problems they did last night and the room is filled with intros and half-songs as artist try on a new room for size - directing their band to “run this song up through the first chorus”
It’s almost as if the room is balanced perfectly between memory of last night’s excitement and anticipation for later this evening
New yet more of the same
I had just finished sound checking The Varsity Theater in Minneapolis, MN last night when I found myself in an inspiring conversation about creativity with friend of mine Katylin "KK" Strasburg
“Creativity seems to be a lot like running hot water from your faucet at home.” She said, describing a recent song-writing session she had been in. “When you turn it on, it’s probably going to come out cold at first. But once you get the stream flowing, it comes through hot. Your only job then is to keep the line open and the flow moving. From there, it’s an endless resource. Too many people stop of frustration or hold onto a good idea because they’re nervous that their creativity is limited”
As the next band worked out a transition between two of their songs they’d be playing later, I couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if they would have quit writing these songs when the creative flow seemed to be running cold not knowing that they were moments away from the spark.
Like a dull club in the afternoon,
Given a couple hours,
There’s a chance for magic.