So another White Lion gig rolls around. Which is a good thing. But also a bad thing.
Good thing: I really enjoy my gig nights at the White Lion: hopefully the audience does too. I’m finding my voice, and making those songs my own in X-Factor speak. I’m also playing some of my own songs, making my own songs even more my own than they previously were. I like totally own the ownership of those songs! (As opposed to partially owning them. Like Lennon and McCartney).
Actually, while the probability of me becoming an internationally acclaimed, Grammy Award winning singer/songwriter is very very small indeed, and gets smaller as each month goes by without me actually recording anything, I like to feel it’s still a possibility. Okay, maybe not the singer part of the singer/songwriter equation (though I’m a better vocalist now than I ever was), but the songwriter part. There’s no age limit on writing a great song, is there?
I accept the fact that people most likely won’t be buying my albums (when I get round to recording them) in their millions (double figures would be an achievement). But I’m still hopeful that one day one of my songs (when I get round to recording them) will be discovered by an established or up-and-coming artist looking for a good song. I have many, many good songs, and maybe one good song will lead to another.
So until pop music goes out of fashion – and remember, “pop” means popular, so that should read until popular music is no longer popular – then I’m holding on to hope and that increasingly slender chance. Not holding my breath, though: that would be like, totally counterproductive…