As the long Labor Day weekend approaches I’m thinking about my labor of choice; my music. Some people know that every note of my music is protest music. It’s the child of rage; pure, spiteful, self-righteous rage. I was pissed at Corporate America, and I needed to prove to myself that I had it within me to stand up and do something about their disgusting power over us all.
In recent years I tried to turn my self-acquired skill set into something more like a career and in doing so, I found a sense of power over my own destiny that I never found through corporate employment. You can only listen to one song at a time, and if this roomful of people was listening to my original music, then they couldn’t be listening to Beyonce, or Justin Bieber, or Metallica, or whoever the next corporate music robot of the week might be. If I needed proof that my goal of competing with, not supporting, the corporate music model was a success then a room full of people dancing to my music was all I needed. And this lead to opportunities.
Opportunities involve others. Creating music in a bubble for my own listening pleasure doesn’t go very far. I needed other people in the equation to make it balance out. And therein I uncovered a very fine line with regard to intentions, and motivation, and direction. Did I want collaboration to boost my name and my game to the next level? Does an element of notoriety, even if only on a regional scale, mean I beat corporate music? Or am I spreading myself too thin to feel the rage that got me going in the first place?
Don’t look for any anger within my songs themselves; my knockout blow is your enjoyment of my tracks. It’s like the angry gardener growing their own delicious food to protest corporate GMOs. But that is, and has always been, only the first step in my plan. I knew that I alone couldn’t pose a serious threat to the established music industry. I would need to inspire more people to do the same thing. But more importantly, if those people found success of their own, I would hope that they would stick to their indie roots and not sell out…which brings me to this question I have to ask myself for Labor Day: how do I get back to my own musical starting point?
There is not a tidy ending to this blog post. I leave you, dear reader, with that last question. I’m getting pissed off once again – VERY pissed – at the shit that today’s Corporate America is pulling over on the American people. I hate hate HATE Beyonce, Justin Bieber, and Metallica. I also hate Burger King, Chick-fil-A, and every other company that foists their commercials in my face to try and extract my money which will then fuel their sociopathic intentions. I need to sit down in that old cerebral space and write some beautiful angry music. This is a process, not a goal.
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