The deed is done simple. You write it on the couch, corner of your bed, on the deck, driving to work, during a class, at a bar, on a napkin, in a notebook. After a fight, after love, after a long night, after an early morning, after a drink, after inspiration, afternoon. You play it to yourself, to your girl, to your boys, to your friends, to the band, to an empty room, to a crowd, to the people. You bust your ass, you sweat it out, you cut your teeth, you get the nerve, you carry on, you move forward, you play your heart out. Simple right? Play it because you have to. Because every note and every lyric is a combination of vindication and redemption. Remember when songs meant something? Yeah, it's like that.