I had a revelation within the last year: music is simple.
I know, I know. Reductio ad absurdum. But hear me out! Every culture has it. We learn it from childhood. The rules are far less complex than the rules of spoken or written language.
By which I mean to say, we got this! We got this in our bones! We got this like Row Your Boat and Twinkle Little Star!
What, you’re trying to change music? You’re trying to make history? Well good on you for having that chutzpah. But you’re gonna get down on yourself if you aren’t the next JS Bach?! Go easy!
Almost every bass line is nearly the same. Every drum pattern ever played is already in a MIDI file somewhere. You are unlikely to fundamentally alter western common practice.
What does that leave us with? Your emotion. Your experience. It’s unique! You are the expert in that. Nobody is better. Nobody can take that away from you.
Use the same 12 notes the rest of us have and tell us a story we have never heard. It can be about any old thing, as long as it’s true.
Not sure how to start? Go find a song you like and learn how to play it. Just get that song in your bones. Now stop that and try again with your new song. Still don’t got it? Rinse and repeat 10,000x. You’ll get it somewhere in there.
But nobody is gonna hand you a seal of approval the first time you succeed. That’s probably the hardest part. You gotta know what it means to arrive at your goal. You gotta have that clear in your head.
I just realized I typed all of that as if I was ringside at a boxing match. I guess that makes you Rocky Balboa, tiger.
You got this.