How famous part II

I’ve struggled with the both the mental and physical process of what it takes to be the objective definition of famous. The plan makes enough sense: Make good music, put a pretty bow on it, put it in the right hands and BOOM! Grammy. Only not so much. There’s a key element to such a high degree of success that there just always seems to never be enough of. Time. Time I spend practicing or in the studio instead of hanging with friends. Time I spend making money to afford executing the vision my team and I have. Time I spend getting every minute detail of the process correct. Ask my friends and family. I haven’t seen some of them in months, others in more than a year. I barely have the time to see them, let alone the mental capacity to remember to call (text) them. Most days I’m focused enough to know the hard work will pay off and I’ll be able to use my calendar for social events. Other days I’m like “I can’t make it. Maybe next time. I know I said that last time.” and it eats me up.

I value the relationships I’ve cultivated with the people in my life, so I told myself I wouldn’t enter any more contests that led me to “spam” my peoples. I know my squad has my back but I didn’t want my “Hey! Long time no see” messages to be fabricated with a “click this link” clause. So when the opportunity arose for me to be a featured artist on a James Fauntleroy record, I originally wrote the idea off. However, in the back of my mind, there was something about the way my growth as a person shaped the way I viewed Fauntleroy. From my initial impression to now, he’s become one of the musicians I respect the most. So I re-evaluated that decision and I got in the lab. 

A younger me would’ve assessed that anything less that super stardom was failure. I subconciously disrespected the names in the liner notes in an “out of sight, out of mind” exercise. Then maturity, coupled with subjectivity, set in. I won’t bore you with the details, you can find them in previous blog posts. Long story short, I had to redefine what success meant to me. Three years ago I would’ve scoffed at being “just a producer” or “just a songwriter”. After carefully examining a career of a guy like Fauntleroy, I determined I’d be honored to just have him listen to something I created.
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