Too Nice To Rock- Born from a record store

Yesterday I walked into the local record store downtown called Sam the record man. As soon as I enter I realize they are playing my bands new CD. Imediately a feeling of joy overcame me. Although I must admit it was strange as well. It was kind of like walking in our your best friend and his girlfriend doing it. It’s exciting but awkward as hell. I don’t know how other musicians feel about this, but I was thrilled because they were playing our CD. As I was standing there listening and grinning from ear to ear, I look up to see one of the stores staff dancing to our music.As we made eye contact his face reddened, and he dissapeared into a back room. He must have realized that the drummer of the band he was dancing around to, was standing in front of him grinning maniacally. Either that or he is just a really bad dancer.

Recognition for any kind of art has always struck me as a really weird thing to deal with. I never quite know how to react or what to say when someone says they like a show of my bands or a photograph I took. I am always very grateful. I would never act ungrateful. But sometimes I think my lack of acknowledgement may through people off. I also don’t want to act in need to hear someone’s praise. I guess there is a fine line of modesty that all musicians need to walk. If not your head could swell up to ten times it’s normal size and you will walk around acting like your that guy who wins lots of awards and had that song on the radio last year. …You know Phil Collins.