First off, I’d like to say a huge thank you to everyone who has read me here over the past seven years – you have my love – but it is with a pragmatist’s mind that I’ve decided to move all my spontaneous creative work to Patreon.
There are two main reasons for this:
- The reality of needing to put food on the table, so there MUST be some return on investment for the time I spend creating
- My growing annoyance with the “let the public have everything” nature of art on the internet – I would rather create for a small, select group who actually care to join me than for a wide public who pass by every now and then
I’ve learned much about myself and presenting myself to the world over the past seven years – and my major learning is that this experiment doesn’t work for me.
So it’s time to try a different track.
If you like what you’ve read here, please come along and support me at Patreon – just a dollar a month gets you through the door.
And if you don’t care to join me, thanks for being here anyway. If not me, please consider supporting an artist today.
Who will you blame
when you’ve shut everyone out
when no scapegoat is left
the tar and feathers
When it’s all been taken from you
by those you trusted
who told you everything
was safe in their hands?
When alone on your island
times gone by
keep you barely warm?
Who will you blame?
Who will you blame?
She’s an oil painting
The day’s end
but a universe
[I have no idea where this came from this morning, it just started speaking to me]
I am very, very lucky to be part of an incredible music scene here in South East New England
[some have suggested New London, CT is the Live Music Capital of New England – and who am I to disagree]
The Whalie Awards celebrate the breadth and depth of talent across our corner of the universe and I’ve am honoured and humbled to have been nominated across the past few years, including winning the Americana Record Of The Year for 2014 with Sparse.
While winning may be nice, I know of no musician here for whom the making of music is in pursuit of awards, and the same is true for me. Every year, the Whalies serve to remind me of how lucky I am to make music, and to share that music in collaboration with so many others. For this reason, you won’t see or hear me shouting that you need to go and vote for me or mine in the people’s choice awards. If it helps, you should know that I don’t vote for myself in the awards!
For those keeping track, though, I (or we) have been nominated for the following awards this year:
- Best Rock Act – Anne Castellano & The Smoke (my lead guitar gig)
- Best Rock Act – Monkey68 (my band)
- Best Singer-Songwriter – Vincent Tuckwood
- Best Music Series – Common Ground Open Mic
Voting for People’s Choice ends tomorrow (6th June) and ceremony is next Saturday, 11th June – immediately following that, Anne Castellano & The Smoke, are playing at 33 Golden Street, just down the street from the awards – so I guess we get the after-party!
The beauty of accepting that my music has limited commercial viability
[I am blessed to have a small group of followers who enjoy and support what I do, and they have my love]
is that it removes nearly all my self-imposed constraints.
My online-only release last year, Writer’s Flow – Music For Writing, is a great example, recorded and released in short order, and trying to be nothing more than it is: music for writing.
Start to finish, it was an enjoyable piece of art and craft – a large part of which was that it wasn’t song-based. I’ve always made instrumental sketches, and have many demos of non-vocal tracks, but because of that notion of commercial viability, I’d always limited myself to the expectation that I was a
songwriter, who would perform, record and release records of songs. With lyrics.
As I let this go, I can feel a
instrumental record emerging. A couple with words, but mostly instrumental.
In practice, things like this are emerging:
Literally, the first thing I played after pulling an old flanger out of the cupboard and adding it to my practice board. And, while it’s a rough take on my Ditto Looper, it’s not a million miles from what will end up on the record.
For any of us, giving up a long-cherished hope/aspiration, is a tough road, yet the acceptance can lead to just doing what you enjoy doing – music is such a gift, and these instrumental ideas/motifs are always just beneath my surface – diving into the pool is proving sweet relief.