As you know from earlier posts, I am all about supporting local artists. With this economy, it is hard to follow your passion in full force. Other things, like making a living at jobs that may pay well, but have no connection to what is important to you, get in the way. Few people ever have the opportunity to set off on the path that leads to a goal or dream coming to fruition. And that, I believe, is sad. The arts are one of the most affected areas when it comes to budget cuts, yet people fail to realize that in times of great depression (monetarily and emotionally) that entertainment has always been a saving grace. When the world is unhappy, we turn towards the industry to give us a break from reality. Why, then, are we not nurturing the future of art? Why do we not support, with all of our heart, mind, and body, future artists? Really think about it.
I have some of the most talented and amazing friends. When I was in high school and living in the Chicago suburbs I had a group of friends dedicated to music. They played in multiple bands determined to make a name for themselves. Some of them have gone on to record albums, while others chose the spot behind the mixing board and went to school for sound production. Either way they followed their respective dreams and have continued to amaze me with their talent and dedication.
For anyone who knows me they know that I am rather forth coming with my opinions. I am one of the most judgmental people you will ever meet, especially when it comes to my books, my music, and my clothes (my mom calls me a natural critic). I am not afraid to say I hate something and then list off the reasons why from greatest to least. Stating that, I do not turn the other cheek for my friends. If I think their band sucks, I tell them. If I think their songs suck, I tell them. If I think their gear sucks, I tell them. And I expect them to do the same. As a writer part of the job is rejection and change. Editors hand back bleeding copy and people can reject synopsis and plot more times than you would want to hear. But not once has that ever prevented me from stating my true opinion on a piece of art, music, or written word. Or clothing, for that matter. What goes around, comes around, and because of that I do my best to give honest-to-God criticism and not hold grudges.
With that said, I want you to check out a few things: