A Body of Work
I believe that Bruce Springsteen’s musical creations existed before he ever picked up a guitar or sat down at a piano.
As did Bob Dylan’s and Joni Mitchell’s and George Gershwin’s.
They existed, I believe, on another plane of reality. Maybe not note for note, maybe not line for line. But in some form that was recognizably Dylanesque or Mitchell-like or Gershwin-close.
The individual artist, opening him- or herself to the dimension of potentiality, called these works down.
Bruce and Joni and George tuned themselves to the Cosmic Radio Station and heard (as no one but each of them could hear) the music that was for them alone to bring forth.
Do you believe me? Then believe this:
You too have a body of work.
It exists inside you … and has existed from the moment you were born, and possibly even before that.
Your body of work, like Springsteen’s or Joni Mitchell’s or George Gershwin’s, is unique to you. No other indiviudal, living or dead, can produce or could have produced it.
It is yours alone, and it is real.