It was an unusually cozy evening in the small apartment in London. As you walked through the hallway, you heard Bob playing the guitar from the attic. The melody wasn't as usual, and he sounded frustrated. Upstairs you found him sitting on the sofa with his guitar, he hasn’t seen you yet. "I want to give you some love. I want to give you some good, good lovin'. Turn your lights down low... or someting like dat - ugh," he sang, shaking his head in frustration, seeming to have a creative block.