It's fresh inspiration, it's off the hook

As Eric, Fleetwood, Jimi, Bob, Michael and Foreigner keep me trucking

I was taking a look over the last couple of posts and I thought to myself “By fucking George, how did you come to write such absolutely thrilling bullshit?” I then realised where my new inspiration was coming from. I have just loaded 300 new songs onto my iPod and I realised that by listening to it I could write at a frantic rate. If I wanted to I could write more articles than a newspaper does every day. I can’t say I really want to do that, but if large sums of US dollars were offered, I would do it. You know, another day, another dollar. So to let you in on my secret to writing: You have to listen to the old school. Eric Clapton, Fleetwood Mac, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan, Foreigner (Chicks did Foreigner’s “Waiting for a girl like you”) and even Michael Jackson have been rolling through my head.

It’s just what I needed. As I write this Eric Clapton is singing a personal tribute song to me, it’s flippin’ awesome! So when you laugh at my writing, cry over it, want to kill me over it or think I’m a fool, I would like to say thanks to Eric, Fleetwood, Jimi, Bob and Foreigner for being there through this rocky journey. You guys rock. I would be nowhere without those beats.