Being a musician sucks

Being a musician sucks.

Two years ago, after a dispiriting solo show, I decided I was done/time to "hang it up." The money was not there, My health was not there. My heart was not in it. I felt lost. I felt old. I felt stupid for not going with medical school. I felt jaded. And tired. As I was packing up my gear on stage two gentlemen approached me. Both heard something, some kernel of beauty tucked away in one of the tracks, and they came separately with two different offers. One, to record/produce an album for me. The second, to get me involved with a RedBull event. Because I am eternally optimistic, I took it as a sign.

Two years later, being a musician still sucks.

The nights/weekends rehearsing are long, the social media machine needs to be fed daily (hi!), the recording process ain't fast or cheap (unless you have the talent & resources of jack white) people want their songs for free, or "we pay in exposure", the "ask" (buy my album, support my kickstarter, come to my show) gets tiresome and I find myself working a myriad of flexible (and generally grossly underpaying) non-intellectually-stimulating side jobs to be able to tour, which in and of itself is one of the worst life/work balances.

But...

Nights like last night are the reason I keep on keeping on. To all of you who came out to celebrate my album release with me, who push me to write better, inspire me with your stories, and affirm the power of music, THANK YOU. To all the musicians who have added their talent, time, soul, and voice to my tracks, THANK YOU. To those who believe in me, who encourage me to keep pursuing my art, and my heart, through this wild adventure (despite what society suggest I should be and should be doing at my age), THANK YOU. The joy of creation should be enough, but I've needed all of you over these last years. Here's to creating more with you (and breathing deeper more frequently). THANK YOU.