A few days ago I received an email containing an old song that I recorded, one of my first songs ever, one of my first times in the studio as well. It was a terrible song, and a delightful song, one that made me shiver in “yuck” and one that gave me goosebumps at the same time. It’s amazing how one can react to music. We are so lucky though, to have such a thing exist in our lives. There seems to be a lot of talk these days about the importance of music. How musicians should be funded, if they should be funded…how can you place value on something that is a unique artform, evoking a different feeling for each person hearing/feeling the art itself. It comes from the beginning of time, it’s the only thing that threads us, as a human race, together. It’s the one true simple thing that brings us all together, yet at times, we music makers are treated like second class citizens, or worse, plain ole forgotten about. It’s strange, it’s sad, it’s disappointing and it can be emotionally exhausting swimming against the current, borrowing, couch surfing, pretending, soul searching, creating, always having to be on. And it’s all for what? I was taught to stay true to myself, and this is what I am doing. Dreaming? Perhaps. Letting my soul, my melody guide me? Perhaps. For me? Yes. But never to be forgotten, it’s for YOU too. I Love my job. It’s fun to make music, to write songs, to travel, to tour, to shine under the lights of a stage, to be Loved, to share my music, to be a part of so many different shows, where I can learn about other great music makers. I’m not really sure where this blog is going but can I encourage you readers out there to go see a live music show this weekend and help support this rare gift that we can ALL be a part of. Support your live musicians. We need you. Love, Lindsay xo
Hear the Music.
