I vividly remember the day Tim wrote Overwhelmed. Well, the night really.
Like many times before, it was late at night (about 1 am) and then all of a sudden Tim’s creative juices began to flow. He picked up his guitar, and locked himself in our then small apartment studio.
I had been at auditions all day and was exhausted, so I flopped over onto the bed and listened to the distant soft strum of his fingers on the strings as I drifted off to sleep.
Then, after drifting off for an unknown period of time, I was gently woken by a small whisper in my ear, while being tugged close into my husbands arms: “I wrote you a song”.
