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The Courage to Create

In this episode, The Courage to Create . . .

Welcome back to On the Fly. This blog post explores the inspiring collaboration between Elton John and Brandi Carlile on their new album, Who Believes in Angels, using their creative journey to motivate you to embrace courage, collaboration, and the pursuit of extraordinary creations.

There are moments when life whispers invitations to us: "Go on. Create something beautiful." This morning, that invitation arrived through a remarkable new album, "Who Believes in Angels," by Elton John (now 78) and the talented Brandi Carlile. This work has sparked a fire within me. This partnership, characterized by raw and genuine creativity, is both inspiring and extraordinary.

As a lifelong fan of Elton John, I have documented my appreciation for his influence in "Captain Fantastic and The Captain and the Kid." These blog posts explore his extraordinary career and my growth as an artist inspired by his music and impact.

The Magic of Sunset Sound

What resonated most deeply was their story, shared on CBS Sunday Morning, about stepping into the hallowed halls of Sunset Sound studio in Hollywood, CA. Imagine–two brilliant artists working in a space where musical history was made, with nothing but the promise of potential. "Why Sunset Sound?" Elton was asked, and his answer struck a chord: "It's a magical studio. Prince recorded Purple Rain here," among many other incredible recordings. That palpable energy that magic permeates every note of "Who Believes in Angels."

The Alchemy of Collaboration

After more than 50+ years of composing music and releasing 32 studio albums, how does one conjure such beauty from thin air? Let’s call it the alchemy of collaboration, the spark of genuine friendship, and an unwavering belief in artistic expression. This studio album reminds us that extraordinary things happen when we dare to reach for the best within ourselves, embrace the challenge of collaboration, and step into the unknown with courage.

How, you ask? To bring this magic into your life, reach out to someone whose work inspires you and suggest a collaborative project. Share your ideas and be open to theirs, too! The wonderful blend of different perspectives can lead to truly extraordinary creations. The lyrics, ‘I have been there, man I have been there,’ from the song ‘Who Believes In Angels, ' beautifully capture the spirit of courage in challenging times of uncertainty.

Your Canvas Awaits

The future is your canvas, as the past becomes a distant memory, allowing us to craft our masterpieces. Aim high. Let "Who Believes in Angels" serve as your anthem, reminding you that the most exquisite creations often emerge from the most unlikely sources. Embrace the journey, have faith in the process, and continue to believe in the magic of your potential.

Whether your art is music, writing, painting, or how you live your life, remember that you possess the power to create something extraordinary.

Yes–“Even Diamonds look like rocks to the untrained eye.”

Explore new horizons! Why not join a local writers' group, play in a band, or participate in a theatrical production? It's an excellent way to meet other creative souls. Seek collaborators who ignite your passion and believe in the magic that lies within you. Go listen to "Who Believes in Angels." Allow it to awaken the artist within you.

“Tune me into the wild side of life. Each day, I learn just a little bit more. If we’re all going somewhere, let's get there soon; this song has no title, just words, and a tune.”

I’m Patrick Ball. Stay curious; it’s never too late. Swing for the fences and create. See you in the next episode.

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Don Hanley said…
A creative idea and the title is: CREATE A NEW TUNE
April 11, 2025 at 3:05 PM
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