Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio
Then I remembered something Marcus had told me.
Finish something before deciding whether it’s good.
I opened my computer and recorded the chords.
I listened.
Made a few changes.
Recorded them again.
For the first time, I wasn’t trying to write a song that would impress someone.
I was trying to understand the people who had come before me.