Hey there,

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This one’s about regaining focus.

 

So, who’s the lead in this true story? My bizarre thoughts.

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I dabbled with and became an amateur with the guitar at the age of 16; in turn I fell head over heels for music. With age and experience, I had this urge to share it with others. That was the beginning of a bewildering journey for me.

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Everyone who finds their rhythm with music, almost always finds their way to the ancestral home - YouTube. I did too. My evenings were spent in education and creation of music while my nights were focused on uploading them to YouTube. I was in a state of bliss for a while. I was putting myself with my music out there and was getting criticized as well (your biggest critics are your loved ones and it was true in this case as well) but I found that beneficial more than demeaning. However, over time, I started losing sight of the initial purpose.

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My compass had shifted from delivering music that I longed to create… to ‘What do people want? How does Instagram algorithm work? How to gain more followers?’ What began as a music project for the soul turned into mainstream seeking of attention. Bliss turned into melancholy which eventually ended up at spleen.

However, and there’s always one - a however… 3 weeks ago, I had the honor of meeting another individual within the music fraternity. A graphic designer by profession, who made insanely great music as a hobby. Inventive and free. That was the kind.

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“How do you do this? How do you plan your posts? What about royalties?” I fired away with my questions.

“Who, at this very moment, listens and critics your music?” He asked.

“Loved ones!” I chirped.

“Precisely, so no one other than your loved ones are tuning in, right?” He giggled.

“That’s not true! I have 50 audience members!” I cut him off angrily.

“And how many of them found you on your own?”

Instead of throwing a fit, I tried to understand what he was trying to say.

“Do it for who you initially began for. Those are your biggest cheerleaders. Everything else will fall into place. Great artists didn’t make music to please others. They did it for themselves. And those who understood, passed on the message.”

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