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I am sitting at the dining room table of the Tudor style house in south seattle, in which I co-reside with three boys, waiting for shape.com to load so I that I can make my very healthy dinner ( curried sweet potato soup) as I drink my very not healthy beverage (triple grey goose martini) ((don't worry Mom, I don't normally drink hard alcohol on a Wednesday)).
Having recently decided to work out an exit strategy* for my adult career as a receptonist perhaps one day some very unfortunate fools administrative assistant, I am feeling celebratory. The inspiration. Ms. Lauren Zettler's post on musician wages: Eff it...Quitting Your Job to Pursue (Insert Passion Here) I was imediately inspired to write to Ms. Zettler and let her know if she was ever coming through Seattle, I would hook her up (as they say on the streets). I don't really feel comfortable refering to her by first name until I get a responce. However, she did do a cover of a Black Sabbath song when I saw her play the Skylark this summer during my End Time days, which means I totally have been friend crushing for a while.
Ms. Zettler has chosen to do jingles for freelance, and more kudos to her, but I find myself hesitant to pursue a similar path. Vocals on other people's songs, sure. Selling my soul to the devil, obviously. But selling my song writing abilities, I'm not as sure. I guess I've always thought of my songs as similar to my eggs. There is a finite number of them that I can create in my life time. They get released every so often and if I do not capitolise on that creative impulse then they will be wasted, just another months blood down the toilet. Except, while I might be willing to part with my eggs ( I mean, come on, I drink Martini's on a wednesday. I am obviosuly not the "Mothering" type unless it has four legs and a furry coat) I just can't imagine myself parting with potentially catchy riffs or particularly potent lyrics for Madame Godfrey's Eightieth Birthday. I suppose I could use the not so great riffs/lyrics ( as was the case for a song I recently applied to sing vocals for) but would I really feel ok having my name attached to something admitedly meh?
A dilema certaintly.
What do you think? Am I crazy and probably have vast chambers of un-tapped jingle potential? Is artistic integretiy, the great overies of the musical mind, a limiting factor?
I leave it to you, my minuite but theoretically loyal readership.
*Don't fire me Jeff, this is a year long exit strategy at LEAST
