Saraswati

When I saw this sculpture of Saraswati, I had to have it. I've been asked a million times about songwriting and where it comes from, what does it feel like, etc. If I could only carry this sculpture with me to interviews, I would never have to say another word. She is the Eternal Muse. When an artist really lets go he loses himself, he gets "taken over" or possessed by a feeling of deep passion that is somehow exquisitely intimate and, at the same time, impersonal and much bigger than himself. It's as if something quite beyond the local notions of name, person and credit gets to have its voice heard through him. So, as a matter of practice now, I gladly surrender myself to this Muse, Saraswati. May her veena consent to come down and take the place of my guitar, may Her Cosmic Beauty consent to Shine through everything I do and every note and word I make. May all the new music coming out of me simply stun people.
Lots of Love
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