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"The Bleeding Heart Musician" Is Dead.

I know so many people who go through the struggle everyday. With music I mean. Which means with life for me and the lot of them.

Just the other day someone asked me if I ever feel like giving up because this business seems to have no room for anyone. And I brushed it off because I was in a rather chipper mood. But as I sit here and ponder my surroundings and my hopes I realize that it's not only about not being the only person going down the bumpy road. It's also about being perhaps part of the majority who never stop and plug away until time swallows you whole and then spits you back out when you're 45. 45 and still being evicted and playing for free.

Of all things in the world i'm afraid of that.

The mere threat of me having no beautiful future and never being heard scares me to the point of chills. The worst thing is that I can't stop and those people, even if they had a chance, can't stop either. This is it. This is life for us bleeding heart musicians. We want nothing else but to chase the dream. We won't give up and people see that as brave where we only see foolishness. It's hard to believe you're brave when everything is passing you by and nothing comes your way. People move on and grow up but musicians are sent to a parallel universe where you can plug away and watch everyone else grow and succeed yet you're still stuck in the same time frame as you were in 1983.

What's funny. Nothing really but... a curious point is that the bands of legend and world famous musicians out there write the songs about The bleeding heart musician. They praise them by the book but cut them no slack in real time. Bleeding heart musicians are the foundation of Rock N Roll. They're what it's all about. They're the ghosts from the past that residually keep playing those shitty gigs and shoot up to forget that they're a mess and get drunk to numb the pain of weariness. It's funny how that works right? Right.

What's even better is this: we tell children to follow their dreams and never stop. That what can be imagined can be done or created. Once you turn 18 you're supposed to know that it was all a lie to keep your thoughts happily occupied.

How painfully heart-breaking.

You're a failure if you're a daydream believer.

With no future to look forward to.

That's the truth.

That's life.

That's the music biz, baby.

Love&sugar,

Sarah Rocks!