First we have the fragments coming up in our brains. The creative loose pieces of the puzzle. That makes us inventors.
Then we have the putting together the pieces to form a structure. That makes us construction workers, mathematicians, if you will.
Then we make the idea a reality through recordings or jams or rehearsals. That makes us developers.
Then we put together the product, and to do this, we put down hours and hours and hours. That makes us production workers and product perfectors.
We work on the performance, imagining where we can take it, what will swing and what wont when we perform. Making us not only performers but psychiatrists.
With the effect some music has on people, one might even call us therapists, making our audience cry when they need to, dance when they need to and laugh when they need to.
With the conversations I’ve had with my audience before and after shows, how easily they open up, I don’t just feel like drunk therapist, I feel like a friend.
Then we try to market. Making us market experts (whether it means we can market successfully or not, we still get to know the market).
Then we handle phone calls, paper work, deals, projects, making us secretary, boss, assistant and creative director all in one.
Then we listen, analyze, progress. Like any good business woman or man.
We tend to our spiritual babies, like any good parent.
We socialize, mingle, research, ask around, succeed, fail, fall flat on our faces then take ourselves to the next level. Well that… that just makes us human.
A musician. A singer. An artist. An arranger. A producer. Head of mix or mixing assistant. Listener. Voice. Weight lifter and technician. And anything inbetween everything.
You’re damn right when you say music is not a job. It’s about one thousand of ’em and counting.