I started my new job yesterday and I felt like a fish out of water. We're talking a 360 degree turn in what I used to do for a living. You take the good with the bad in life, and have to push yourself to grow I suppose.
At the beginning of the 1990s, the writing was on the mall for many Glam bands. As the music industry embraced change, artists either had to evolve with the times or get pushed to the side. Some Glam bands like Dangerous Toys tried to change their look and sound but just ended up alienating fans.
Other bands like RATT stayed pretty true to their original, sleazy leanings. While bands like Motley Crue were big enough to ride the wave of the unforgiving 90s, smaller acts like Danger Danger and Trixter were gobbled up and eaten by the music machine.
Suppose all the Glam bands we love, from the biggest acts down to the most obscure garage acts had stayed true to their sound and rode the storm. Grunge probably wouldn't have hit quite so big, but there are still reasons why Seattle bands ran L.A. musicians out of bars all along the Sunset Strip.
See, if I didn't push myself to take on a new challenge, I might not fail. While I can produce a live newscast half asleep and with one hand tied behind my back, that doesn't mean I should just go with the comfortable forever.
I believe Glam bands should have stuck together and fought back against the record industry, especially in the lean years between 1995 and 2000. Such a fight might not have meant endless band break-ups, poor releases and lackluster album sales.
Still, there is something to be said for toil. Practice makes perfect and all that jazz. The whole bit about "how bad do you want it?"
None of us ever know what the future holds - every day is, after all, a pure gamble. Still, I think it's ironic that the very bands that were mocked but a decade ago and now on the comeback trail, much like the politicians vying for votes today in primary elections all across the United States.
For if not toil, there is no comeback. With no comeback, there is no praise. I guess in a way, I'm saying absence has made the heart grow fonder - at least in my case. It's a romantic notion, dreaming about my Glam bands in their heyday.
Back to me and the new job. As I was daydreaming that my situation was close to that of many musicians, it dawned on me that I didn't feel normal until I was at the gym with my iPod. Music has become so ingrained in my everyday life that I feel a little off kilter if I'm not listening on a regular basis. It was funny: I stepped on the treadmill and nothing else mattered (pun intended).
I guess for awhile, each new day will be a challenge. With my music, I will survive.