For The Love of the Biz

It's interesting to watch from inside, the acquisition of an entity by a significantly larger one. Made to look more like a swallowing up of one by the other. Whether it be business, or hate, or a home; at some point we all get consumed. Business is consumed by money, humans corrupted with greed. Our selfish nature is the only thing about us that seems boundless these days. The rain sounds beautiful tonight, and I'm glad to know that so many people are with me tonight listening to mother's nature most beautiful composition.
In looking for a job, I've begun to think about leaving my beloved city of Boston. I grew up in the country, and never wanted to be a city dweller. But it just so happened that once I moved in, I didn't want to move out. My family is here, my best friend, my boyfriend. And I know that if leaving Boston for a good job were important to me, the ones I love would support me. But could I really be happy displacing myself from the rocks and stones that make up my foundations? Could leaving this place really be a change for a better? A question only answered long after the decision is made.
For how much my life has changed in just the past few months, I'd hoped to have a little bit more faith in myself that I could make good of less preferable circumstances. Break back into the music industry, and work hard for the music I love. Everyday on my drive home from work, I turn up the volume just a few more delicate degrees and feel the bass drum pedal hit the taught cow hide down to the marrow. My skin is enveloped with crisp, clear harmonies. My hair stands on end with round, ringing resonance of a smooth voice, and a carefully constructed guitar riff. How music makes us feel is what sells music. Not marketing, or shelf placement, or ad space. Not the EPKs or the even the blogs. It is the moment, when you hear the line of the chorus that perfectly describes how you feel on your worst day, or at your highest of high. The pounding of your heart matched by the fingers strumming on steel strings and the slamming of a powerful hand on the drum. There is absolutely nothing like the way music makes us feel. It is an industry almost purely driven by the emotional connection that we feel to our artist. We use them almost, to feel like we're not alone, to connect and know that someone with the power to reach millions is sending out the message that we would send if we had that kind of power. All I have is my voice, but when I sing along with Florence and the Machine, pounding out the rhythm to "Drumming Song" on my battered steering wheel, wailing at the top of my lungs that there IS A DRUMMING SOUND INSIDE MY HEAD THAT STARTS WHEN YOU'RE AROUND, I SWEAR THAT YOU COULD HERE IT, IT MAKE SUCH AN ALMIGHTY SOUND! (you know who you are). And I sing it as loud as I can as if I were standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon with you at the other side, and I need to tell you right now with all the urgency of a thousand tidal waves that this is it, this is what I feel when you are around. What else gives us that power?
Music sells itself. If you make good music, you touch one person, you have reached a thousand. There is no beat in the USA Today ad. No slide of the skin against the guitar string in the album review. No drum roll at the pit of your stomach in the poster plastered on the walls of your nearest retailer. Even my words are not enough, I'll have to find you a song to describe it. A good example "I Know What I Am" - Band Of Skulls.
And this is why I love the music business.