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Music, The Stage, And Why I Left
From Frontman To Solitarian
The rising sun beamed through the valley below, setting the Alpine peaks in dramatic contrast to the black shadows that stretched out from behind their sunlit faces.
I sat in the centuries-old living room—built of hand-hewn beams on the side of a much older mountain—eating my slice of dark rye with a slab of cured bacon, washing it down with the region’s local lager.
Cell service, data, Wifi, my phone, my laptop—all were out of sight and out of mind. They had no place there.
Despite myself, my mind flashed back to my world, my real world—the world I would, theoretically, be returning to:
Pitching, marketing, emails, phone calls, photo shoots, press releases, social media—grow the numbers, grow the engagement, land shows, promote shows, cut records, promote records…
SELL — SELL—SELL
My stomach turned sour.
Truthfully, I wouldn’t have thought that — a few years after the fact — I would still be getting asked why I left the music industry and if (more often posed as ‘when’) I will be returning…
