Why do so many people live their lives, happy to be unhappy, to spend it doing a job that they either hate, dislike, or think is okay? I would guess the main answers are money, responsibility and commitment. Fortunately for us, we have neither responsibility nor commitment (unfortunately we have no money). We are wild young things that are willing to grasp life by the lapels, swing it over our heads and shout 'Freedom' at the top of our lungs. We want to live life for the fun of it, we want to enjoy every day, and when we're old, deaf and secrete the associated unpleasant odour, we want to look back on life without regrets. Naïve? Idealistic? Perhaps, but then again, there are some people out there who've found their happiness. We want to be like them.
So, about two years ago, when we were all still stuck at university, we hatched a plan to pursue our dream to make it in the music industry. The plan was simple enough; once we'd finished our courses, we would spend four days a week working in the band, and spend the rest of the time supporting ourselves with part-time jobs.
Over the last year we've written some great tunes, built a studio to record them in, and have finally managed to get our heads around producing a decent mix. The date that we’d been waiting for finally came at the end of May when I finished uni. Since then it’s been non-stop; we’ve played and booked some awesome gigs, have got some innovative ideas for promotion, and are just putting the finishing touches on our EP.
Our time is now here; we’re at the start of the rest of our lives. Here we either fight our way up the ladder to successful happy blissfulness, or slide down into a cesspool of miserable despair working the 9-5 rat race of unhappy yet secure gloom.
Time will tell...
(Apologies for the OTT clichés and metaphors in this one.)
