After a few shows in September, I’m taking on a more manageable pace on the way to Halloween (and before things get real hairy in November!) I’ve got just one show this month here in Edmonton, so I’ll be throwing all my musical eggs into that sweet Empress Ale House basket. Or keg? Get ready.
Ah … rejection letters. I imagine every artist will read these terrible few words one day in their career; “we regret to inform you …”
I got a matching set of rejection letters last week.
I applied for two grants to record an album this year and just found out I received neither the city grant or the provincial grant. I felt my application was strong. My demos were killer. My plan was solid. I was ready. But still …