When I first read the post, I have to admit, it came across as somewhat argumentative and accusatory. But I slept on it. I thought about it. When I was young, I swore I would return to my hometown someday in a limo like Rod Stewart.
I thought, as most youthful spirits, that I was very special in the world and it was my oyster. I started out in cover bands, and, living in Seattle for a number of years, I met some young guys who I didn't think were particularly great musicians, but, they had a HUNGRY look in their eyes. They waited tables daytime and at night every rehearsal was their national venue concert, every song was their hit album. And boom, they signed a contract, became stars and I never saw them hanging around American Music anymore. Oh, they'd drop by, give "clinics" and visits.
I guess I'm saying they had the same attitude you do... and they kept that dream so alive in their head, it drove them to success. The rest of us, well, we have stories to tell about them. Then we got older. Gravity pulled at us and we had kids and homes and mortgages. We were in that big pool of players that only yeilds oh maybe 1 percent success. So now that some of us are older we can afford to buy nice equipment and show off our 5,000 dollar basses and boutique amps, but in the end we're cover song musicians. And that ain't bad. You ask what happened? Life happened and we missed the boat.
If you're driven and passionate about what you're writing, then follow that dream, but don't do it halfway. Eat and breathe your music and make sure the girls can hum it. Know your material in your sleep. Keep writing so every song gets better. But when you perform, mix the originals in with covers and see how the audience reacts. It is very rare for an originals band to break out without paying their dues first.
Keep the eye of the tiger, and maybe one day we'll be saying we knew you when ......
As a band once said, time is your most valuable commodity. Don't waste a moment of it:
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Pink Floyd