I know that there are people who just write songs. Write them by the dozens, record them, and try to sell them for placements in movies and TV shows or to independent film makers. I admire these song writers. I’m jealous. I’d love to do what they do. But I can’t.
I’m at the opposite extreme. Probably not the only one, but it seems like it sometimes. On the fringes of music industry. I’m in a band that plays live about once a month and tries with all its might to record original music that matters — in between the day jobs. We’ll be lucky to ever break even. It’s a labor of love.”
The Long Story of Writing No Place to Go
Originally Published on AmericanHighways.org