I've had so many things running through my head lately.
It's been a rough week.
On Sunday, SallySeersucker and I went to visit our friends' dad in the hospital. He suffered a massive stroke and went into a coma. It was hard watching him breathing (by machines) while knowing he was brain dead. It was surreal to see a man who was dead, but his body was still functioning. It was unexpected and sudden. We saw him laughing and smiling at his grand daughter's 4th birthday the week before. The entire family is devestaed and in shock. My heart goes out to them.
I found out last week that the company I work for was sold to a private investment company. The fate of the company and my job is extremely uncertain. This turn of events has worried me the most. Putting up with low pay, extreme hours, and abuse because you love something is no way to live. I have spent so much time, and have sacrificed so much of my life to recording studios, that it has become a major portion of who I am. There has to be a mutual respect to feel fullfilled. I have lost focus and motivation and it is that stings like a motherfucker.
In effect, the music industry is like my friend's father. The soul has left, but the body remains working until the plug is pulled. I have been mourning it's death for awhile now. Everytime another major studio closes, it gets harder to keep going. (in the past couple of weeks, Todd AO and Sony New York have said they're shutting down. These are the latest in a long line of great studios that have gone under).
I could write pages on how it happened and how all corners of the industry are affected, but it would read like stereo instructions, and quite frankly, I'm tired of thinking about it.
My hair is getting bushy, my beard is growing out, and I've been eating horribley.
Time to shave, do some sit-ups,send out my resume, and make the best of my exsistance.
It's been a rough week.
On Sunday, SallySeersucker and I went to visit our friends' dad in the hospital. He suffered a massive stroke and went into a coma. It was hard watching him breathing (by machines) while knowing he was brain dead. It was surreal to see a man who was dead, but his body was still functioning. It was unexpected and sudden. We saw him laughing and smiling at his grand daughter's 4th birthday the week before. The entire family is devestaed and in shock. My heart goes out to them.
I found out last week that the company I work for was sold to a private investment company. The fate of the company and my job is extremely uncertain. This turn of events has worried me the most. Putting up with low pay, extreme hours, and abuse because you love something is no way to live. I have spent so much time, and have sacrificed so much of my life to recording studios, that it has become a major portion of who I am. There has to be a mutual respect to feel fullfilled. I have lost focus and motivation and it is that stings like a motherfucker.
In effect, the music industry is like my friend's father. The soul has left, but the body remains working until the plug is pulled. I have been mourning it's death for awhile now. Everytime another major studio closes, it gets harder to keep going. (in the past couple of weeks, Todd AO and Sony New York have said they're shutting down. These are the latest in a long line of great studios that have gone under).
I could write pages on how it happened and how all corners of the industry are affected, but it would read like stereo instructions, and quite frankly, I'm tired of thinking about it.
My hair is getting bushy, my beard is growing out, and I've been eating horribley.
Time to shave, do some sit-ups,send out my resume, and make the best of my exsistance.
If there's one thing I'm confident about; it's your ability to land on your feet. I know you'll find that mutual respect which you deserve.