Music is just so hard.
Every artist is burning it, trying to write a few good tunes so that when he walks into his local coffee shop he gets some looks. But secretly trying to change the world too.
Every artist in their 20’s, 30’s, 40’s and beyond is simply chasing that feeling they had when they heard Hey Jude for the first time when they were 9 years old.
At it’s core, it’s truly such an amazing, and innocent quest. Grown men and women riding the highs and lows of life for those few moments per year, per 5 years, per career where it all comes together.
Bands and artists try so hard. And try again, and then again. Every day is considered a comeback. They give it all up. They lose friends, use time, take chances, and roll the dice every single day.
There is a sadness in the back of the eyes of every artist. Part innocence, part desperation, part longing, part reality check, part scared, part bold, part vulnerable, part yearning, part honest, part lying. It’s really a thing of beauty.
And yet somehow bands and artists find a way to stumble back up to the plate and believe this time they’re going to be the hero. Because they believe in the hero, and they believe they can be the hero. If only for a moment.
The sadness does not leave when you sell some albums or play some arenas. It does not leave when you get on a private jet. It was there when you got your first guitar and it’ll be there till you strum your last.
The reason why moments of victory, whether consuming them or providing them, are so special is because for a few seconds in a row you rise above the waves. The waves don’t disappear, you just levitate above them in a brief, life giving, life fulfilling moment.
