Cody Simpson

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I’d also like to learn French someday. 

It’s become much more fluid. A far easier process as I’ve learnt to trust the “flow” of it and become far more instinctual in my working process. Nowadays in my songwriting I use the Jack Kerouac spontaneous prose and poetry writing method. “First thought, best thought”. Just open the flood gates and let it all pour out in whatever order. 

Look for the silver lining in each and every day. And never take short cuts in your work. Always take the hard route. It’s more rewarding. 

The guitar for sure. 

Life, women, nature, tapping the source. The rush of getting things right. The thrill of taking risks. 

The dolphin. 

Someday. I have an extensive list of goals and this is near the top. 

The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac for something light and inspiring. And Walden by Henry David Thoreau. 

Hurts Like Heaven By Coldplay

An interest in poetry and telling a sensual story of freedom and rebellion. Also giving people a crispy, fresh sound. Modernity and radiance. 

I’ve been interested in poetry ever since I became aware of words and combinations of words. I entered and won a few contests at school for poetry and prose pieces I wrote. It wasn’t until I was about 19 that I decided I wanted to write full-time and cultivate the craft in a more diligent and focused manner.  

Dua Lipa or Ed Sheeran. 

Probably our live version of “Waiting For the Tide”. And “Pirates Dream”. From my earlier catalogue I’d say Driftwood or Sinkin In. 

I remember the people that are by my side daily, literally and figuratively, awaiting my work and creative efforts to brighten their lives. I want to shed light on people in every way possible, but we all have dark days. It’s just about having the confidence and optimism that things will always pass and the light will return. There is no dark without the light. Yin and yang. East and west. Balance of opposites.

A feeling of comfort, satisfaction and contentment. A sense of the familiar. Also a sense of the power that nature provides the artist in a very primitive manner.