"So I kept writing through the summer, and in August the baby was born and I’d cradle him in my left arm while writing melodies at the piano with my right, and I said, let Osiris the keeper of the gates be my witness, other songwriters may go soft when they get to be parents but I am going to keep going all the way down into the inner darkness, it will set a good example for the baby, and besides, what am I going to do, suddenly start writing songs about cute things instead of songs about how to wrest cries of triumph from the screaming places? Please. May the baby grow up to spit in my face if I should pose that hard."
(via The Mountain Goats: Just Under 1,000 Words About Our New Album)
These words thrill me more than anything I’ve heard in months. Thank you, JD.
Having divided the last couple days between being cried at by an 8 week old and working furiously at mitigating said crying, I have no idea how any songwriters ‘go soft’ after becoming parents. I don’t deny that it happens*. I just don’t get how it happens. This shit’s like boot camp.
* Although probably not nearly as often as is sometimes claimed, unless I’m missing the cuddly stuff on In Utero, Closer, Live Through This, and other albums by happy new parents.