What Do You Think? And Should I Care?

Kenny — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 01:02:49 +0000

As a self-proclaimed artist, it’s always been a major struggle for me to ask people for their opinions. I know that I write music for myself and not to please other people, but I often find joy in making people happy. It’s a strange Catch-22 (and a very fine line) between maintaining artistic integrity and wanting to make sure people have a good time at shows.

Sometimes, I find myself more concerned with what people think about my music. It’s not unreasonable as an artist to ask that, especially when the ultimate goal is to be self-sustaining in your art. The interesting thing is that I really do care and want to have a discussion with you about what you think about my music. It’d be nice to have a barometer like record sales to infer how well I’m doing but honestly, that’s not a true representation of what people think.

So, if you feel inclined, let me know what you honestly think about my music. There are lots of secrets that I can share about my music, lots of layers that can be peeled away but none of that really matters unless you can listen to it!

Also, don’t forget that I’m playing with Bushwalla and Gravity at Lestat’s on Friday night. Check out this poster I made after the jump!

Nice Dream

Kenny — Thu, 01 Oct 2009 23:48:33 +0000

Last night I had a dream that I opened for Will Ferrell and some other performer in some club, about the same size as Lestat’s West but somehow felt more cramped. I remember going out onto the stage and feeling really uncomfortable about the performance. I think my shoes were too tight and the air was overly humid or something. When I went to adjust the mic stand, it kept falling down as if the telescoping hold was broken. I tried to fix it and after several attempts started to worry that I wouldn’t have enough time for my set. Curiously, I was keeping track of the time by length of my songs. So after two songs, I started to get panicked. Somehow, six songs had passed and I still hadn’t fixed the mic stand. So in a fit of rage and disappointment, I walked off stage. As I looked into the crowd, I noticed that there was no one there and I thought to myself, “Wow. What happened to Will’s career?”

I’m not really sure why I had this dream. It may have been because I played at Lestat’s a that night or that I was watching Chris Rock’s “Kill the Messenger” as I was falling asleep or that I’m afraid of failing. Probably a combination of all of those things. Ironically, I don’t really even care of Will Ferrell’s (recent) movies. Sure does beat the “eternally falling” dreams and the ones where I lose all my hair…

No point to this story really. Just thought I’d share.

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What Do You Think? And Should I Care?

Nice Dream