But recently I've felt as if I'd fallen into a musical void... like nothing I was listening to felt like me anymore; nothing moved me. But then a few weeks ago I was on a drive back from NYC and my friend said "can you put on that guy that we heard at the concert from a few years ago?"
"Wrabel?" I said.
"Yeah, yeah, him."
I played "11 Blocks" and suddenly I felt that 16-year-old Jacqueline knock on the door to my soul and say "hiiii honey, remember me?" And for the rest of the drive back we listened to all those songs I thought were ~out of the box~ from my high school years.
This is a long, drawn-out way of saying... sometimes we can go back to what feels good, musically. It doesn't mean we aren't inspired, it just means maybe we need to remember why we started writing music in the first place.