From my last post, you’d probably think I had big plans of breaking into the record biz with all this money and all these people doing marketing and stuff for me. HA. I never had such ideas. The sort of music I play doesn’t get into big venues or record stores, really. They learned their lesson from James Taylor, I guess. Anyway, when you’re starting out, you have to do it all yourself — all the mailing, booking, contact with radio stations, fulfillment, planning, everything. But only when your efforts prove successful at building an audience and a reputation can you get people to help with this stuff.
The brave new world of digital this and social that makes it easier, really. Not easy enough, though, since I never managed to get very far with it. As easy as it has gotten to reach out to an audience, the mental barriers to doing it haven’t gotten easier to circumvent. It’s all tooting one’s own horn, something that’s frankly difficult for me. And when you also have a day job that pays well enough and has benefits, along with other commitments, it’s easy to stick with what’s comfortable. So … there you have it.
That’s awfully self-revealing, is it? It’s not the whole story of why I haven’t become The New Dylan, of course, but it goes along with the parts I’ve talked about before.