I’ve always moved around a lot. From the moment I left school it became a habit; whether I was with friends or by myself, I’d always be seeking out some new destination. And it’s always been a pleasure satisfying that urge, but it’s also been difficult creating any kind of stability for myself. And it’s followed me into my creative projects also.
For most creative projects one needs to collaborate. You can have your vision, and it can be clear, but to tidy up those rougher edges, to seek insight, to elaborate and confirm and contest ideas you need to have additional input from an outside source. And even more so if you want to put it on a stage. And if you want to start a band (in the traditional sense with each member bringing their personalities influence) then you must prepare yourself for a long process. I’ve done it many times, only to knock it on the head far too soon- in London with The Rum Deals; in Edinburgh with both The Patches and The Fed Peasants. All 3 started with such momentum, such enthusiasm; we gigged hard, recorded albums, became tight as a group(s). But then after a year or so, in each instance, I got bored and went off travelling to some other place, satisfying that urge.
I guess it is a little easier to create some amount of stability whilst constantly being on the move these days, what with the internet; but without committing to a place, laying roots, you’ll never build up that network of contacts which is essential for a successful career in the arts. It just takes time. Years. You need to be patient, pace yourself, enjoy the process. Only then can you develop thoroughly and get your project off the ground.
I’m trying my best. As I get older I become more determined to settle. For a while at least. And my definition of a ‘while’ becomes more elongated as I get more mature in my adulthood. I’ve still got that urge, that feeling within; it’ll never leave. But learning more and more about the value and possibilities which come with connection, more and more do I invest myself in my current surroundings. As now I write, just arrived in a new city, in a new country, on a new continent, pushing to begin, once again starting over…
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