I am a bad musician with a lousy voice. I have no training in music or writing. I have never played in a band and I have no desire to be a performer. I picked up the guitar as way to release and create and found that I do have a gift for writing lyrics and melody. I am recording songs in my basement on an a 4-track.
My question is this, is there a place for good songs that are poorly performed and recorded. I have a great passion for music as an art form but, realistically, I could never make the cut as a singer/songwriter/musician. I just would like to see if there is any interest in what I create or an outlet for someone to rework things that I have started.
I have to admit though, in creating for my own appreciation, I'm free of judgement, or need, other than my own simple pleasure. I'm afraid that inviting people into what I do may alter my approach and have a negative affect on my art. Maybe I will start to feel boundaries. Maybe I will develop a need for approval that overrides my need for expression. Maybe I will slowly lose the joy that comes from music. Maybe I will grow to resent my being gifted. Maybe I will die alone and naked in a motel room in Vegas. Maybe I'll just stop ranting and head to my basement. SEEYA!
My question is this, is there a place for good songs that are poorly performed and recorded. I have a great passion for music as an art form but, realistically, I could never make the cut as a singer/songwriter/musician. I just would like to see if there is any interest in what I create or an outlet for someone to rework things that I have started.
I have to admit though, in creating for my own appreciation, I'm free of judgement, or need, other than my own simple pleasure. I'm afraid that inviting people into what I do may alter my approach and have a negative affect on my art. Maybe I will start to feel boundaries. Maybe I will develop a need for approval that overrides my need for expression. Maybe I will slowly lose the joy that comes from music. Maybe I will grow to resent my being gifted. Maybe I will die alone and naked in a motel room in Vegas. Maybe I'll just stop ranting and head to my basement. SEEYA!