We Love This Shit MAN!!
Whats GOOD everybody!
There is, without question, a degree of love that has to be associated with any en devour that requires you to make sacrifices in order for it to work. Without this said love or passion, so many things would never come to light. From professional athletes, to sculptors, musicians, doctors, those teachers that make an impact and you remember long after you've graduated. A sacrifice of some sort was needed in order for them to achieve their level of excellence.
The phrase "starving artist" did not come into vogue because it has a catchy ring to it, it's true on a much broader scale than many realize. I remember reading an article on the Black Eyed Peas, before they catapulted to super stardom, on how Voodoo was coming home from red carpet events and sleeping on his moms couch. It wasn't because their music wasn't selling, it was because there wasn't enough money being made by the label to pay BEP well also. (trust the label was getting theirs) There are countless stories of artist who are famous and either due to a bad deal, bad decisions, or just plain naivety, things didn't work out for them. Yet they push on, why?
The LOVE. Love is what makes it possible for the best shooters in the league to put up 500 shots a day. Its what makes the fastest man in the world train like he still hasn't made it. Its what makes an artist like Rhapsody, push and believe in herself despite the lack of successful women in hip hop who did it strictly off skill. She's pretty but she's not relying on her body or sexuality to make it. Trust, The LOVE is what made her keep going even when people around her stop believing it was gong to happen.
Despite the feelings we have for our chosen art forms in the end it is a business and we all want to be able to live off doing what we love.
Now that the internet has become the new frontier, the business model is constantly changing on how to engage your audience, how to distribute your music, how to stand out in a place that EVERYONE has access to. We feel the pressure to stand out and try to be unique too. The balancing act seems to come into play most when trying to follow the model but stay genuine to yourself. It can be a frustrating and confidence shaking journey.
Lets get back to the main gist of the story, WE LOVE THIS SHIT MAN! Not necessarily all the in betweens, but the end result, THE MUSIC. One of the most amazing feelings is to hear a song you've finished and it sounds the same out here in the world as it did in your head. Odd as it may sound that doesn't happen all the time. Then to get on stage in front of a room full of people you've never met and perform these songs with the hope that they'll like them, and they do, I'm not sure if words can truly convey how that feels.
It's more than just satisfying. It's the moment when all the sacrifices you've made the studio time, money spent on equipment, travel, promotion, social media post, shaking babies and kissing hands, all of that fades away and its just you, your music, and a room full of people you're sharing this moment with.
Sometimes my favorite part of a day may be a song idea or a line in a verse I've been working on coming together. Seeing one of my musical peers have one of these moments is equally gratifying, cause it seems to justify the grind and the love that we have for it.
Please understand M-O-N-E-Y is definitely a motivating factor, we all want nice things, but in the end its the passion and desire that you have for what ever it is you're doing that keeps your wheels turning and your soul stirred.
Without the LOVE, the level of dedication required would wane and become another half written book in a world full of unfinished stories. So as stated before, We Love This Shit Man, and we aint going no where!
Thanks for taking the time to read this. Thank you for all your support. Thank you for validating the love we have for this HIP HOP music! We look forward to sharing one of these moments with you, in person, in the not so distant future. (Saturday, April 14th @Motr pub to be exact)
Until next time,
SONS OF SILVERTON