Hey All
Hey,
I finally managed to finish the review of that annoying band I saw on Thursday Night at about 0600 this morning. I'm pretty sure that it is up in the usual place my reviews turn up when they aren't in print. Thank God that is over. In case I didn't mention it, not only were the band I saw not what I wanted to be seeing, they were also amateurish and boring to-boot. Furthermore the mix was lousy.
Sometimes you do something just because you know that everytime you do it you're one step closer to never having to do it again.
Don't get me wrong, I like writing about music, I like reviewing bands and I like writing about bands that I like. It's just that in this situation my ambition and my ego had twisted into knots in my head, creating the emotional equivalent of a torsion of the intestine. I couldn't write what I wanted because of who was asking me to write it, and I couldn't say no because of what I want to be doing.
In any case, I am determined not to let myself either a) get into a situation where I'm faced with such questions or b) let such questions worry me, as if I'm a real journalist who has to worry about integrity and professional ethics. Given that b) is a place I'd much rather not be, I'm going to steer for a) as much as is humanly possilbe).
There was the rough, here comes the smooth: I just got an email from my editor with the word limit for the Bleeding Through feature: 650 words. Not much, but since I've been learning how to write in an evermore compact fashion, and since I got plenty of great material from Scott the Guitarist, it shouldn't be too hard.
And let it be said, as much as writing about music sometimes brings me into contact with some substandard bands, a band like Bleeding Through makes it all worth it.
Anyways, I've got to take care of some stuff in time for Life on Mars.
Over and out.
-J
I finally managed to finish the review of that annoying band I saw on Thursday Night at about 0600 this morning. I'm pretty sure that it is up in the usual place my reviews turn up when they aren't in print. Thank God that is over. In case I didn't mention it, not only were the band I saw not what I wanted to be seeing, they were also amateurish and boring to-boot. Furthermore the mix was lousy.
Sometimes you do something just because you know that everytime you do it you're one step closer to never having to do it again.
Don't get me wrong, I like writing about music, I like reviewing bands and I like writing about bands that I like. It's just that in this situation my ambition and my ego had twisted into knots in my head, creating the emotional equivalent of a torsion of the intestine. I couldn't write what I wanted because of who was asking me to write it, and I couldn't say no because of what I want to be doing.
In any case, I am determined not to let myself either a) get into a situation where I'm faced with such questions or b) let such questions worry me, as if I'm a real journalist who has to worry about integrity and professional ethics. Given that b) is a place I'd much rather not be, I'm going to steer for a) as much as is humanly possilbe).
There was the rough, here comes the smooth: I just got an email from my editor with the word limit for the Bleeding Through feature: 650 words. Not much, but since I've been learning how to write in an evermore compact fashion, and since I got plenty of great material from Scott the Guitarist, it shouldn't be too hard.
And let it be said, as much as writing about music sometimes brings me into contact with some substandard bands, a band like Bleeding Through makes it all worth it.
Anyways, I've got to take care of some stuff in time for Life on Mars.
Over and out.
-J
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