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.