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I Know What You're Thinking...I stood in my garage this morning looking at 1000 copies of my new CD and was once again filled with that overwhelming feeling of "What now???". Two years of writing songs... two years of saving money from CD sales and love offerings... 13 drives to Asheville and back to record the record... countless hours spent listening to rough mixes, coming up with parts, and obsessing over every small detail... and now, finally, it's all finished. 1050 (to be exact) shiny shrink wrapped copies of "Chase the Western Sky" are conveniently packed into 35 cardboard boxes of 30 CDs each and are lining a wall in my garage. What now?Trust me... I have every reason in the world to panic. I'm too old to be cool anymore. There are no venues for people who play the kind of music I play. Compared to my peers, I have marginal ability on the instruments I play. I'm too chubby to be a rock star. I don't live in Nashville so I can't really pursue having my songs published and recorded by others. I'm not quite Christian enough for some churches. I'm too Christian to play in bars. Oh yeah, and just this week, about 1000 other guys with guitars put out a new CD. Next week another thousand will release CDs and on and on it goes. Not to mention the fact that most of those 1000 people actually have the time and energy to go out and promote their music, play shows 7 days a week, and spend countless hours trying to book shows... meanwhile, I barely have any time to do any of those things and must rely entirely on word of mouth. If you're wondering if I ever get discouraged, you bet I do. And that's the funny thing about a calling. When you're called to something, you have to do it. You cannot not do it. Even when the odds are stacked against you... even when no one is listening... even when your own friends don't support you... you do it anyway. I can't explain to you why I do this... I just have to. I wrote songs for 5 or 6 years and I was in all honesty one of the most horrible songwriters you ever heard. There isn't one of those early songs I would even consider playing today. Seriously. They were awful. But one day, and I cannot explain this, it was like a switch was thrown and all of a sudden, I started writing good songs. I don't say that egotistically... but compared to what I had been writing for 5 years, these songs were a big improvement! And they kept coming... and coming... and they continue to come even still. It's a slower pace these days with a family and a great job keeping me busy, but in unexpected moments, they come. I believed it then and I believe it now that I have absolutely nothing to do with the process. These songs are gifts from God. I told him 4 years ago that as long as he gave me the songs, I would try to be faithful with them... to send them out into the world as best I could... to never see this gift as my own and to never put it before Him or my family. While I confess some struggles with this, for the most part, He has given me the strength to be faithful. And it's because of that promise I made to God that I can stand before a stack of 1000 CDs and not feel afraid. If they sell, great. I hope they're a blessing to someone somewhere. I hope they speak truth and that the truth still matters. But if they don't sell and I'm stuck with them forever, that's okay too. I didn't go in debt to make them and they make great beverage coasters and windshield ice scrapers (really, try that sometime with a CD case!). Connor also likes to set them up like dominoes and knock them down. :) 4 Comments
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