I was reading several back issues of Rolling Stone today and once again realized that I'm very small. And I have to imagine that's a common feeling to an aspiring songwriter: Everyone's doing everything, and the market is saturated, and why will what I make matter?
I read an article/interview about will.i.am of the Black Eyed Peas (among other projects) and he's now considered one of the most preeminent songwriters of our time. He has his several theories about the music industry, and then you flip the page, and there's Jack White, discussing his new Dead Weather album (some brutal blues man, I own it) and talking about the strength of independent labels returning. Then I read about Them Crooked Vultures--a supergroup of massive proportions from grunger Dave Grohl to Led-head J.P. Jones and that Queens of the Stone Age guy. Speaking of which, Mary J. Blige and Steve Vai collaborated on "Stairway to Heaven." Too much.
The world at large is intimidating. Keep your head down. Power through.
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