To That Starving Artist That Shouldn't

I went on a trip in Berkeley with my friends today. Oh man, there are so many things I want to tell you. That's for another post though. I want to talk about this song:



An absolutely beautiful sound, and the way the synths gently brace in with the piano. Excited that I found an artist to explore, I looked up his bio and this is what it said:
Playing at friends weekend parties started to get a little old after the first few noise complaints and drunken arrests, so I made the effort to try and appear at my school at a dance or two.

Unfortunately I never had got to follow through on that prospect as I moved to my current location here in Washington. So far I love living here; however it has put a damper on my notoriety since I am not "in the know" so to speak in this area, so I'm always looking for chances to get my name out there to establish some sort of reputation. But as I have found so far, the scene I'm looking for doesn't seem to thrive quite as much in good ol' SoCal. We'll see what happens.

So for now, just trying to get a better foothold in my community and in my production. Making lengths every day. Never gets old!

And it got me really, really sad. Rachel, are you listening to his production right now? How is possible that he's struggling? If you ask me, our society has it backwards. Why is it always the artists that struggle in this world?




Why does no one hear his cry?

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