I’m not exactly sure what I’m writing about here. I have another ‘article’ about seeing a great band live last night and having an epiphany about making music and playing it live. I’m a bit worried that a lot of the writing I do here on this blog is too self-indulgent, and that I have an inflated sense of myself and of my place in the musical world. I think that stops here.
As a musician, there comes a time when you can decide to promote yourself and your music if that’s your thing. There are just as many wonderful musicians playing for themselves at home with not a single thought for stadium tours and platinum albums. Walking a fine line between the two, I make music that I love, share it with others, and hope that they do to. I have a strange compulsion to seek acknowledgement and approval for stuff I create, be it music, art, design, whatever. I also have a bit of an issue with performing live for fear of disapproval. When you’re playing a new song at home, you can think it’s the best thing ever, but faced with potential silence live… Well, I tend to avoid difficult situations. I hope to change that this year.
Also, taking a step back, I've toned down the sound of Ruke. It’s still heavy, but I’m taking away the effects and concentrating on making good songs that sound good as they are. One man with a ukulele and harmonicas does not a metal band make. And it makes it easier to get the Ruke idea over live. I’m writing doomy songs with pop sensibilities. See, I've turned this ‘article’ into a self-indulgent piece, which isn't what I wanted to do. Sure, as a musician, you need share, promote and ‘big up’ what I do, but I don’t want that to be more important than the actual music itself. So, I’m taking away all the so-called bells and whistles and concentrating on what’s important. Writing good songs and playing them live. I hope this all makes some kind of sense.
Wembley can wait. Thanks for listening.