Thanks for all the good wishes!
I'm a little embarrassed because I'm not doing so great this year....but I don't mind...it's an interesting exercise.
When The Jam needed to deliver their third album, they'd gone off to a farmhouse studio in Wales to write and records demos for the new songs.
Chris Parry from Polydor went down to see how they were coming along...listened to the demos and basically said "This is SHIT...you need to write some better songs PRONTO...otherwise you're HISTORY" and they binned the garbage they'd written, went back to the drawing board, wrote the songs for "All Mod Cons" and The Jam suddenly became awesome.
Similar story with Pete Townshend and "Thunderclap Newman" who I think were recording in his studio and coming up with naff-all when he lost his temper and told them that they "have got to get it together...NOW" and they wrote "Something in the Air" using that refrain.
Had they not had to pull a rabbit out of a hat, they'd have fallen by the wayside. Now I'm firmly entrenched in whatever it is that is by the wayside, so I'm not really under any pressure at all...except that for which I put myself under. And that isn't very much. It's interesting because, having done it before, I know that it interests me to have a glimpse of the pressure involved.
There were always kids at school who could flick a ball over their heads after stepping over it and balance it between their shoulder blades or keep it up for an hour and a half or whatever...but invariably...once the game got going and the 6ft 2in Neanderthal centre half was breathing down their necks and kicking lumps out of them, they'd throw the towel in.
If I was happy with what I write and didn't want to change anything, I'd keep doing what I was doing...but if I thought, maybe once a year, it would be worth trying to see if I could do better, at the risk of making a fool of myself, I'd give it a go.
To be fair...I'm mostly written a load of rubbish this year...but the next song I write just might be excellent.
Magicians never get particularly excited about pulling a rabbit out of a hat. They know there's a rabbit in there. I don't.
Imagine being able to say "Fuck Me...a RABBIT"