Sprouts And Songwriting

Dad asks Jack to go and fetch some sprouts from the Co-op. Jack pulls a face and groans, but goes anyway. On the way he ruminates on two facts. Not only are his pals playing on Minecraft without him at that very moment … also he’s getting sprouts with his tea.

Could life get any worse?

In the other corner, as far as his Dad is concerned when he’s sitting down to eat later, none of Jack’s mainly internal moaning affects the taste of his sprouts. They still taste good!

And the very loose moral of this story is: if someone loves a song they mostly aren’t that bothered whether the song was written on a good day or a bad day, or was etched on the back of a beermat in the songwriter’s blood, or floated down in a dream, or was produced by a songwriting committee using the 4 Divine Principles Of Perfect Pop.

And it doesn’t really matter if anyone else likes it.

They can’t help it. They just love that song.