Rejections

A little sad, well a little disappointed tonight.  There is an incredible songwriter's festival that takes place in November every year on the Alabama Gulf Coast......it is the Frank Brown International Songwriter's Festival.
Rick and I have been fortunate to play it twice, in 2001 and 2010.....we had submitted an application for this year, but we received our  "so sorry, but no" note today.  It is quite a feather in your cap to be asked to play, to play twice was beyond our wildest dreams, but selfishly I was hoping for number three.

I should be use to rejections, we have enough to wallpaper a room!  As a songwriter I have submitted song after song after song, for movies, tv shows, cuts by major and not so major artists, for commercials, corporate films, documentaries, ........this business is not for the faint of heart, neither is it for the thin of skin.  I have had "music gods" listen to ten seconds of a song and then slide it back across the desk to you,  we have had songs put on
"hold" (like a great big carrot dangling in front of your nose) and then never  hear another word.  Publishers have told us a song was so "great" that they didn't know what to do with it,  and I personally have been  told that I am good writer (to be a woman).  I could go on for days.

So why do it, why put myself out there, why all the work, effort, expense, wear and tear on the body and spirit..........why do painters paint?  It is who I am......as much a part of me as yoga, actually more.  I have been doing this since I was a child, and I love it.  I love the process of writing a song, seeing lyrics and hearing melody come together in a glorious love affair.....I love the performance, of singing an original song in front of a crowd and they all become so taken in by the song....there is total silence, you take their breath away, you create a memory for them, you stir emotions.....it is truly a way to be in the now....mesmerized by a song and singer.

This too shall pass.......we will probably go on down to the beach sometime during the festival and cheer the others on, but there will be that little ache, that little longing of wishing I were up there on that stage,singing my song.  So once again, it is time to put my big girl panties on, suck it up, and keep on writing, keep on singing.
It is time to practice, we have a gig Saturday.

Thanks for letting me wallow, some days you just have too.  Something else is out there waiting.....and I know how to wait.