Calling Mary — a song given me by angels. (Seriously)

3am is a time onto itself. It’s spirits and deep vibrations. It’s the silence of the stars. The angels whisper at 3am.

I awake, and I have a song. It’s complete, or at least the chorus, melody and harmony are there.

All creatives go through these experiences. The mind roams free at 3am. But this is different. The song is insistent. It demands attention. It’s gossamer and steel.

I get up. A voice is in my head and another voice telling me to record. This is way beyond scribbling down an idea. I’m being told to sing the song in exactly the voice that’s in my head. I must capture it. Now.

I can’t fire up the studio. That’s too complex for 3am. So it’s my iPhone and the bathroom for me.

I live in an apartment, and my wife is asleep. I sit on the toilet and sing softly. Calling Mary.

Full of grace and healing light

Come to us, we need you, Mary

Come to us in darkest night

I feel a little crazy, a little obsessed. Once the song is safe inside the iPhone, I head back to bed.

Neil Young had his ideas about songwriting. “I don’t force it. If you don’t have an idea and you don’t…