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Every artist, from the future star to the superstar, has a story of supreme inspiration. The clearest, most powerful musical ideas can appear from out of nowhere, erupt like volcanoes from the deepest reaches of our creativity and make us feel like the greatest musicians on earth. But, there’s a flipside: behind every story of euphoric inspiration is a story of unsettling anxiety.
Many of these stories of inspiration were collected through our “Inspiration is Spontaneous” contest. Congratulations to contest winner Marshall Brence who won a BackTrack + Mic, a battery-powered Micro Spider amplifier and lots of other great prizes from Line 6!
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I was jamming in the high school cafeteria with my old band, the Kickstands. After about half an hour of having a good ol' jam session, it happened.
Chris, the rhythm guitarist had been fiddling with his amp when one of those rare combinations of the perfect tone and a powerful, spontaneous riff cut through our rendition of “Traveling Riverside Blues”. Stunned, we all stopped, followed by Chris who had a look of complete shock and amazement on his face. He broke the silence saying in a low voice, "We need to record this."
The problem was that we were in a high school cafeteria, an hour after school had ended, and the nearest tape recorder was at my house, a 30-minute drive away. We pondered for a bit about how we'd get it done when I had an idea which seems more and more ludicrous to me as time goes by.
"Why don't we record in the library?" I asked. I was greeted by puzzled looking faces, so I quickly set forth my logic. "There're computers up there, so we hook up the soundboard to the line-in jack, download and install Audacity®, and record?" No one seemed to have any better ideas, so we quickly took all of our equipment upstairs to the library, logged onto the yearbook user account, and set up.
We had a bunch of mics but no mic stands. This seemed to be a problem until we noticed the chandeliers, one of which was hanging directly above the drum kit. We tied some of the mics to the stands of the snare, hi hat, and the leg of the floor tom, and hung one from the chandelier.
After a frenzied five minute set up we were all plugged in, Audacity was running, the drummer set the tempo by clicking his sticks, and the rest is history. Nearly four years later, that's still the best un-dubbed take I've ever done, and is one of the best spontaneously written pieces I've ever had the honor of collaborating on.
--Dylan N., first runner-up - Virginia
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One day I was in the shower, singing to myself as usual, and inspiration struck. I am a fairly forgetful person so I knew that if I got out, dried up, ran to the PC and started setting up to record something, I would've lost my ideas. So I used a bit of my music knowledge to write out the notes I was humming in the condensation on the tub wall. When I was done, I left the water running to keep the wall nice and condensed. I got out, grabbed a camera and took a picture of my score. Then I finished showering, dried up, went to my computer, set up to record, and popped in my memory stick to view my score. It was very hard to see but I managed to see enough to get the idea back and record it.
--Justin M - New York
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One time, in the middle of a college final exam for my second year of Physics, I started humming a melody in my head. It was simple enough, so I didn't let it distract me. Then, my brain started adding a rhythm track to it. I started hearing drum intros and fills. The melody started morphing a little bit and then I found a perfect transition into a bridge and chorus. I realized I was on to something. Now, having just that week come up with and lost a brilliant idea (why are all lost ideas brilliant?) I didn't want to let this one go.
I took out a pen and scratched a sort of relative-position diagram of the melody on my hand with some production notes concerning when and how the rhythm guitars come in, drum patterns and some chicken-scratch about the bridge. (I didn't have any paper as all scratch paper was included with the exam.)
I then set about finishing the exam. It was then that I realized if the professor happened to look at my hand, he would think I had some cheat notes. I can't even begin to imagine how he would interpret the cryptic hieroglyphics scrawled across my palm and fingers. I spent the rest of the hour simultaneously finishing the test and keeping my hand hidden from everyone's view. After the exam, I ran back to the dorm and set about interpreting the scribbles on my hand.
I did manage to get a B in the class but the song went nowhere, so make of that what you will. I guess the moral is, “Kids, stay in school!”
--Derek S. - South Carolina
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