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His: Starving Musicians

There are days when being a starving musician sucks (I know, shocking right?)

I assume it is like most jobs in some ways.

  • You have to produce.
  • The amount of work you put in correlates to what you get out of it.
  • There is a schedule with required hours every week.
  • If you’re not careful, you’ll take the stress of work home with you.

But of course in other ways, it is like no other job in the world.

  • You get to create
  • The amount of work you put in may not correlate at all to what you get out of it
  • No one but yourself can or will hold you to a schedule
  • If you’re not careful, you’ll carry the joy of the work with you everywhere

That feels a bit more cheery than I feel.  Maybe I’m writing my way into fixing my shitty attitude at the moment.

I’m tired.

We spent 12 straight hours this past Saturday putting together a 3 song EP from scratch.

We followed that up with our monthly, two-hour, discussion-based show, Tales From The Last City.

We’re working on this month’s Patreon word and song while also trying to finish a much overdue follow-up EP to Mixed Reviews Part 1.

We figured out how to fit as many back-links as we could into a single blog post (too tired for shame at this point).

Last week was a “screw it all, I’m gonna rewatch ‘Don’t Trust the B—- in Apartment 23’ and drink” kinda week.  

In church,”His mercies are new every morning” was an iconic, often repeated sentiment that made no sense until years later, when I heard it reworded in a trendy font on Instagram.

Every day is a new day.

The past is over, today is all that matters.

Carpe Diem.

Each morning is a new chance to change your life.

 

I wouldn’t consider myself an optimist, but the fact that I cling to this idea might be proof of what’s really going on.  I woke up today with a sense that I didn’t have to make up for last week.  That last night wasn’t just a timeout and I have to pick up the game where I left off.

I realized that I’m not gonna be fired, reprimanded, have my pay docked or be playing catch-up for the rest of the week.  We starving musicians have the rare opportunity to truly hit reset.  Anytime, anywhere.

It is the closest to free I have ever felt.

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