Watching “it might get loud”, the documentary about guitars, and am growing increasingly inspired.  First about Jack White and how he felt when he first heard Son House at 18.  Then about The Edge and how he felt when he read about the bombing and shooting that set him on the path to writing “Sunday Bloody Sunday” — you just have to get it out, as Jack White said, if something made you angry, if something made you upset or jealous.  Tapping into that rage constructively is what I’m thinking about right now.

Yes, it’s be nice to be able to play it on a guitar and belt it out.  But I’ll just put it up here or whatever.

Like, I’m going to write a song about how mad I am whenever I read more insane ideological right-wing lies or erosive policy, like about Boehner’s or Ford’s plans for their tenure as custodians of their respective legislative constituencies.  Such ugly contempt.