Post by Karen on Sept 25, 2006 2:52:11 GMT 10
Too Many No’s lately?
By Molly-Ann Leikin
Too many no’s lately?
Feel like you’ve been stabbed, pummeled, run over by a bus?
Nobody “gets” you?
Feel it, hate it hate it hate it, move through it and remember:
you have special gifts
and no matter what anybody on the other side of the desk says,
you have something unique and essential to contribute
to the literature of music.
We need you.
We really do.
Your job is to keep on writing, singing, dreaming.
Don’t make them right.
If you walk away now, they won’t remember you anyway.
But I do.
I remember your first draft and how you were a pro and revised it.
I remember your next draft and how you stepped up and did what was best for your song, polishing that last line
one more time.
Too many no’s in a row?
I’ve been where you are. ‘Way too often.
But I always keep on going.
I keep on bouncing back
when I swear there is absolutely no more bounce left in me.
You will, too.
I promise.
Meanwhile, your job is to keep writing, singing, dreaming.
Your job is to write your heart,
and learn your craft
Don’t just settle for what bursts out of you in ten minutes.
It’s a start. A good one. But it’s not a finished song.
Write your heart
learn your craft
apply it to your natural gifts.
Then you’re home.
The rest is marketing.
The rest is learning how to build meaningful relationships in the industry.
It’s not about spamming people who don’t know you.
It’s about being in their faces,
It’s about writing song after song
after song
and having meeting after meeting
after meeting
until they finally say yes.
Then they’ll be desperate - desperate - to fly you in
Hoping hoping hoping they can sign you
Before somebody else does.
If I can do it,
You can do it.
You bet you can.
I’m here to make sure that happens.
By Molly-Ann Leikin
Too many no’s lately?
Feel like you’ve been stabbed, pummeled, run over by a bus?
Nobody “gets” you?
Feel it, hate it hate it hate it, move through it and remember:
you have special gifts
and no matter what anybody on the other side of the desk says,
you have something unique and essential to contribute
to the literature of music.
We need you.
We really do.
Your job is to keep on writing, singing, dreaming.
Don’t make them right.
If you walk away now, they won’t remember you anyway.
But I do.
I remember your first draft and how you were a pro and revised it.
I remember your next draft and how you stepped up and did what was best for your song, polishing that last line
one more time.
Too many no’s in a row?
I’ve been where you are. ‘Way too often.
But I always keep on going.
I keep on bouncing back
when I swear there is absolutely no more bounce left in me.
You will, too.
I promise.
Meanwhile, your job is to keep writing, singing, dreaming.
Your job is to write your heart,
and learn your craft
Don’t just settle for what bursts out of you in ten minutes.
It’s a start. A good one. But it’s not a finished song.
Write your heart
learn your craft
apply it to your natural gifts.
Then you’re home.
The rest is marketing.
The rest is learning how to build meaningful relationships in the industry.
It’s not about spamming people who don’t know you.
It’s about being in their faces,
It’s about writing song after song
after song
and having meeting after meeting
after meeting
until they finally say yes.
Then they’ll be desperate - desperate - to fly you in
Hoping hoping hoping they can sign you
Before somebody else does.
If I can do it,
You can do it.
You bet you can.
I’m here to make sure that happens.