The Love of the Music

Nashville is an interesting city. It's Mecca for those dreamers from small towns, farms and back-roads all across the country.
People come in old cars, with a guitar in the back seat hoping for a shot at the gold ring. There are some success stories, but it's a town that even in its hay-day could take a thin-skinned soul, chew them up, and spit them out.
In today's environment, the music industry, like many other industries, is scratching to survive.
I realize no one asked for advice, but it's my blog and I'm offering it anyhow - if you're dream is to hit Nashville (LA or New York) hard and make a pile of money, there is a very good chance you will be disappointed. If you're in music for the money, you're in it for the wrong reason. Those who don't have a deep love of the music, need to find what they do love. Because when you play for the pure love of the music, the universe has a way of making things work out...where ever you are.
Walking down Broadway in downtown Nashville today got me to thinking about this topic. It's a fun, exciting place. You hear music coming from all around you. You see people walking down the streets carrying an old guitar, looking for someone to listen to their songs. I'd be willing to bet that a lot of those people have songs that are far better than a lot of what you hear across the airwaves. Will these people ever get a shot at the gold ring? Maybe, it depends on how deeply they love the music.