So here I am, tentatively reaching for magic at the sweaty end of a gorgeous summer. Music is my magic. It’s something that, despite repeated attempts, I cannot leave behind. I have tried being sensible, normal even. Everyone who knows me knows how hard I have tried. But after everything, and especially after having children, I can’t deny the music rippling up and trying so desperately to bubble out. My songs have a life of their own. Holding them back is just absurd, impossible even.
I can’t watch any more panel shows. I know how hard it is already. I don’t need to watch a panel of considered judges tearing into someone else’s dreams to realise that you don’t get to touch magic just because you really, really want to.I can see a real world of music is out there. I’ve met enough musicians to be aware of the potential of London’s eye watering talent base. I’ve also heard how that talent can get held up before it even reaches the starting blocks. Apparently, we don’t want to hear original music anymore. Instead, we want stories we can pity, laughs at the ridiculous and our own old memories regurgitated at us time and time again, all accompanied by fake banter and ever more bizarre pyrotechnic displays.
But who says that’s how it has to be? I wonder how much more unreality TV we can tolerate. What was once a brilliant inception combining the desire for audience participation with the vulnerability of the competitor and the peak time media machine, now seems to be reaching into a pool of talent that no longer wants to be involved, for an audience who have seen it all before.I know that there is still hunger for new music out there. I’ve heard it celebrated. I’ve seen it turn the lights on in people’s eyes. By definition, that hunger will renew itself time and time again. When real emotion is combined with originality and excellence in musicianship, an energy is created that it is criminal to neglect.
Musicians train for years to get to a place where they can bring new ideas together and express something unique, perfect and true to itself. Surely, there has to be a way to see that fairly rewarded in our world. So, I hope. I practice. I practice more every day. I keep writing. I practice more. I wish. I scheme. I aim. I dream. I create. I connect. I find the like minded and start to collaborate. I am lucky enough to join an underground network of unbelievable talent. I can’t believe what they can make. I can’t believe what they are doing. I’ve been around music all over London for longer than I can remember, but I don’t recall ever being this excited about the energy I’ve found.