5 years ago…

Inspiration is like a lit match. When it strikes it illuminates your imagination and you can’t help but get creative. It’s also a drug too, inspiration becomes addictive.

“Whatchya doin’?” Jimmy asks as he takes off his iPod ear buds.

Jimmy, Karl and I had been on the road for the past month. It’s our first cross-country tour. Playing at colleges and small clubs. The last few gigs were epic and we loved rocking out together. We even nicknamed anytime we were in the zone, we called it: Rock Out.

I had been strumming on a guitar without even thinking about it for the past 2 hours. “What? Sorry man, just thinking.”

“Whatever it is, sounds good, Rock Out.” Jimmy said putting his ear buds back on.

Then it hit me. I grabbed a pen and my notebook and began writing. The words and chords began to flow out of my head, through the pen, and on the page.

When I tried to think of a title, I looked up and watched my friends, I smiled as I wrote at the top of the sheet, “Rock Out”