How famous do I want to be

How famous do I wanna be?

There was a point in my career that I used to do extended research on every single artist I was curious about. I’d research musicians from around the way that were a step or two ahead of me and try to figure their stories out. “Why is so-and-so on such-and-such blog? How’s what’s-his-name book that venue? How’d she get her Twitter verified?” I’d do the same for artists I thought deserved more fame. “He’s not higher on this festival bill? More people haven’t listened to this track?” I thought that maybe i’d learn something about my career path if I studied the career paths of others. In actuality, there’s no way to explain why artist A can’t break out of their local market and artist B is on every stage at SXSW. The moment I realized that, I stopped making comparisons, except for one artist.

I remember my first tangible encounter with the incredible talent that is James Fauntleroy. Most of my early rotations of G.O.O.D. Music’s “Clique” were spent trying to convince my peers that Big Sean deserved to be on a track with Jay and Kanye. It wasn’t until some friends of mine and I sat around singing the intro in three-part harmony (as a cappella kids do) that I decided to google the lyrics to the intro. “Is this Frank Ocean?” I asked myself, pulling out my phone to look it up. “James Fauntleroy? He wrote for Rihanna so he must be doing something right.” I put the phone back in my pocket and kept it moving.

Looking back, 2013 came, went, and it seemed like I kept coming back for his hooks. I had “Sierra Leone” from Hall of Fame on repeat. I bopped to Cole’s “Born Sinner”, wondering why an artist had his twitter handle on a tracklist. I got introduced to the off-the-beaten path sound that was Cocaine 80s. When I got around to researching the liner notes for JT’s latest album(s), I was floored that this guy had a songwriting credit on damn near every single song! Pusher Love!? THAT GIRL!? I was naively one of Fauntleroy’s biggest fans three years ago and the secret was so well kept that I didn’t even know.

It’s easy to look back on it now, hindsight’s 20/20 (pun intended). This guy had co-written the album that pretty much redefined my approach at making music and I barely knew who he was. At the time though, it wasn’t just his musical ability that intrigued me, it was also his lifestyle. Here’s a guy working with all of my favorite artists, and more. He’s assumingly making a comfortable amount of money while also giving away gems on SoundCloud to a more than appreciative fan base. He's also alleviated of all of the bs that comes with fame. I’d be willing to predict he was living his dream, and for a really long time I was afraid to admit that maybe, just maybe, he was living mine as well.
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