Uninspired

I set out the other day trying to write something about inspiration. Ironically, I had none. Mine tends to come in spurts (See: first week of this blog when I made about 5 posts per day). I don’t know where I was really headed with the inspiration. I started thinking about what inspires me. As much as visual medium inspires, too often I can’t think outside of that realm. For instance, after we saw demolition man as kids, Morty and I recreated the movie, scene for scene. Guess which one of us played Wesley Snipes? Granted, I’m sure that flick inspired nothing but yawns and gag reflexes.
Point being, I can’t necessarily watch a movie or tv show or read a book and be inspired to create something totally different. Inspiration for me has almost always come from music. What do I feel when I hear Can’t Knock the Hustle, Juicy, Keep Ya Head Up, Rockstar, All I Need, Friend of the Devil or the Fixxxer? That’s the shit that gets me thinking. It isn’t necessarily the words either. It can just be the dulcet tones that shake something within my cerebral cortex and motivate me. It evokes an emotion within me that causes me to think in a certain direction.
When I set out to write my first screenplay, it was primarily influenced by the music of Jay Z and some Biggie. Couple that with some shit that was going down in my reality, and my active imagination to say what if there’s a parallel universe in which all these people live at extremes. And voila. I had my first screenplay. But then I hit a rut. I swear all I’ve really listened to since about Christmas is American Gangster, Graduation & The Cool. It’s really worn me down. I’ve tried branching out, but that other shit isn’t speaking to me. I went with Wu, Big, Nas and even some shit outside of Hip Hop. But none of it has struck me. Until this morning, that is. I threw on the song Rockstar cuz I woke up singing it. Then I put on the Cool. Once I heard Superstar I had no more use for it. So I threw on ATLiens. Ahhhh, I think I have an idea….