It’s been almost three months since I started this musical journey. The past month has been spent doing shows all around New York State. I visited some friends down at the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival (where I learned that I become a horrible person if forced to camp in rainy conditions for more than 24 hours at a time). I played at a wonderful Dave Carter event hosted by Tracy Grammer and Beth DeSombre in Cambridge, MA. I headed upstate and played a few shows there, got a “chakra balancing” bracelet from a shaman in Oneida, and lost the bracelet somewhere in Brooklyn (here’s hoping that means my chakras are properly balanced now?). I also befriended a puppy named Rocko at a guitar shop in Livonia while my guitar was being repaired. Incidentally, touring during the Summer of Unending Hellish Death Heat? Not ideal for a guitar.
According to outside sources, I have been touring “like a maniac.” Other popular words used to describe me this summer: tour demon, crazy-person, machine. I actually have a self-instated show quota for the rest of 2012. I won’t share it here because someone might stage an intervention.
I feel I now have a grasp on all of the hats required to be an independent musician, including understanding how much time it takes to book the shows, promote the shows (could do that better), travel to the shows, figure out the finances (could also be doing that better), write a new song (definitely need to be doing more of that), update the blog (sure thing, cap’n), the twitter (only 140?), the newsletter (is anyone even using email anymore?), the facebook account(s), make posters (halpHalp!), remember to eat, AND OH GOD, how am I getting to the conference?!blurbblurblahALL-OF-THE-THINGSblargblah… laundry… oil change…
I hope you enjoyed that brief sample of my daily internal monologue.
But to my fellow traveling musician friends, this is nothing new. Feels like we need clones of ourselves to succeed. I’ve gathered from reading numerous industry blogs that in order to “make it” (whatever that means nowadays) a musician can expect to work 12-18 hour days for a few years before things start to come together with more ease. From personal experience, the hours I’ve logged so far are pretty much lining up with that. What… what in God’s name… no wonder fewer and fewer people do this full-time.
But when I’m driving somewhere, when I’m playing a song to some smiling faces, in another living room, on another stage, when I’m pulling together another series of shows… I ask myself, “Laura, what else would you rather do?” As long as the answer is nothing, then I know I’m golden. That’s “making it” for now.
In the meantime, I just got back from a week long stay in NYC. I may or may not have been convinced to help make a ridiculous music video mocking Carly Rae Jepsen. That may or may not have taken up most of my time while I was there. Will I show it to you? I don’t know. The point is, it was made… and when I get around to making a serious music video, I know not to do it wearing suspenders.
I’ll just leave you with that.
Brooklyn says goodnight.