a beautiful experience continues

 

New Orleans, I love you. 

Folk Alliance Conference, you're okay too. 

People of the world, traveling from hostel to hostel, young and old, I love you. 

Songwriters trying to clamor for attention in the most condensed situation imaginable, I probably love you individually but as a group you kind of turn me off. 

People riding the St. Charles Ave. trolley, I adore you. 

People who gathered last night to have an impromptu disco party in the lobby of The Quisby Hostel on St. Charles, you guys were the Highlight! 

Okay, so, dear reader, you get the idea. 

I got on the trolley in the morning yesterday, guitar in hand, dressed for success, and the trolley driver right away said, "Sister, you are looking good this morning! Are you going to get that guitar out and play us a few songs?" 

I answered, "Not unless you people want to pay me because I'm down here at this music conference and nobody gives you a cent for anything you do!" 

He asked me my name and then turned to the full trolley car of good people and announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen! This is Miss Courtney and she is going to play us a few songs but not until you people pull out the dollar bills and make it worth her while. Send 'em up!" 

In minutes, I had handfuls of dollar bills. 

Over thirty dollars. 

I played three songs. 

They clapped and cheered. 

I told them how to look me up and they took videos and photos. 

I got off on Canal St. to walk to the Sheraton and I felt like a million bucks. 

Good start to an excellent day. 

I went to meetings yesterday and heard people pontificate about how these young artists, or I guess old artists too, should go about developing their careers. 

Time and time again, they ended up by saying, "Look, the bottom line is you're either touching people in a way that makes them want to share your music, talk about you to their friends, buy your merch, buy tickets to your shows, or you aren't." 

Yeah. 

That's really the only truth. 

I had a couple of good conversations with booking agents and managers of full time artists who are making a thousand dollars a show...sometimes. 

These people were consistently impressed with what I'm doing on my own. 

They all said the same thing to me. 

It pretty much boiled down to something about how I am doing a new model by coming to it the way I am and that my organic growth over time is ideal but a lot of artists can't sustain their determination and can't be patient enough to do it the way I'm doing it. 

The grassroots support I get from you, my readers of this blog, and other fans and friends of my music, is unusual. 

Repeatedly these people asked me what I'm trying to achieve and I would say that I want to be able to command a high enough ticket price to make my career lucrative. 

I would say that my career is currently self-sustaining, and I always do better than "break even". 

They said almost no one does better than break even without a "team". 

I would say then that I want to be solvent, and then I want to be flourishing not just surviving. 

They would laugh. 

They'd say, "Well, yeah we'd all love to be solvent." 

Oh brother. 

Sorry kids, but that is just not good enough. 

Bottom line for me is that I was graced by God with an airlifted moment out of the grieving of the loss of my dear little dog companion Aidan. 

I was given the gift of seeing my career for what it is, and what I see I love. 

I was given the incredible experience of meeting with DJs who might love my recordings. 

All in gorgeous magical mystical New Orleans. 

I am so grateful. 

I could not be more happy. 

I may not be solvent yet but I'm succeeding. 

I approve of myself. 

I am grateful for you. 

Thank you for your support. 

I promise not to ever give up. 

On you or on me. 

Comments 

Josephine Lane January 27, 2020 @05:45 pm 

Giving up is not an option. Rock until you die is what I say.

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