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It’s funny where you find inspiration. For me, it was in December cold touring London with Eddie and his cell phone aka guidebook. So engrossed was he that a couple of times I had to grab the back of his jacket so he didn’t walk into traffic.
Near the Tower of London musical phrases filled my mind. Seeing my expression, Eddie opened his recording app then I hummed into his phone.
“I’ll send it to Nick,” he said.
We toured for hours and then returned to the hotel to prepare for upcoming interviews. Nick was still asleep.
The next afternoon Nick and I practiced sets in his suite.
“Did you hear that song Eddie sent you yesterday?” I asked.
“Did you get a file from Eddie?”
Nick’s phone wailed with his girlfriend’s ringtone. They exchanged words and then he put the phone on speaker. Once Nick’s groupie, Monica formed a band a couple of years ago with minor success, minor because none of them could compose an original song.
She played the music I’d sent him yesterday accompanied by trite unrequited love lyrics.
“We’re recording it on Thursday. It’s great, yeah?” she said.