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.
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 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.
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.