Wow! Did you see that sports ball game last
nights?
I don’t know about you, but that overtime inning took my breath away faster than a Tom Cruise fling in Berlin.*
I bit off all the nails I had so carefully groomed for my classical guitar playing.
Now I just have to use a pick and strum like a chump.
And did you hear?
A bunch of insecure man babies boycotted the Super Bowl because a billionaire superstar wanted to watch her boyfriend play his biggest show of the season!
Good riddance I say!
(FYI, just between you and me, I think Taylor Swift is the strongest female lead I’ve ever seen
cast in the reality TV show called Life. I love her rogues gallery of loser incels, failing husbands, and Role-Models-Your-Daughter-Should-Stay-Away-From. Just all in all a fantastic watch).
It just shows you that you could be in one of the biggest teams on the planet and 50% of the public STILL hope you fail.
And if you’re perfectly true to yourself, write the songs you
want to write, and draw the line in the sand where you build the hill you’re ready to mix your metaphors on, they’ll make entire 4Chan forums just to whine about your success.
Whiny. Loser. Babies.
So if at least 50% of the public won’t ever care about your work regardless of what you do...
...And if you ever become
successful, you’ll have die-hard hate groups praying for your failure, what’s an artist got to do?
Simple.
Do it anyway.
Who cares what other people think?
Make the music you want to make.
That's your push into the week. Hope you make the most of it!
Cheers,
Björgvin
P.S
*This joke is like a three-layer Super Bowl appetizer and the first person to email me and explain its meaning (correctly!) gets free access to the Audience Amplifier OR Easy Mix Approach, depending on where they think they need more help in their journey.