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The dishwasher is dead. There's a repairman installing a new machine right now. With the weather all soupy and cold this morning, I felt especially inspired to work. But now with this stranger in the house, I feel inhibited and lame. So this begs the question, why must inspiration strike before I can work? Why am I so affected by external impulses? The number one inspiration (aside from listening to good music) is weather. For me, the murky weather produces the best sounds. Knowing that, California is the worst possible place for me to make music. If I moved to Ireland again with my piano would I reach the height of my potential? Wouldn't that be the shit.