With the amount of music that is being produced, it is a wonder anything gets played other than by accident.

Yesterday I turned on a TV I have in the garage. It is a Roku device. There is a ton of free stuff to watch and listen to. I just don't have the time to deal with TV in general.

There is something called Pluto TV...spelling ???... Anyway, I turned it on, and a very young band was playing. They reminded me of the Stones. They had a very good rock singer. It was not evident who they were, and I did not have the time to dig into it.

The point is that a lot of good music is being made, but how to find it is a problem. Yes, I can search for stuff by style, but that search could return thousands of songs.

Rick Beato was going on about a good song he produced, which went nowhere. "Digital Dust" is a phrase describing the millions of songs sitting on tape/hard drives that will never be listened to by anyone other than friends and family.

You and your wife produce good music of a certain style that is marketable to a segment of the market and at a price, those buyers are willing to pay. It is always unlikely that a famous artist will pick up any one song by anyone, but the more plays you have, the better the possibility. It is good to see you and Janice doing well with your music. There was a lot of effort you guys put in to get to this point.

It would be fun to write a hit song, but I don't need the money and certainly don't want to be famous.

Many people are lucky and can listen to music while they do other things. I have never been able to do that. That limits my exposure to new music.

Soundcloud remains a mystery to me. Now and then, someone will contact me to say they liked something I did. What is strange to me is when they live in Mongolia. How does that happen?
People repost my songs. The songs then go to places that I am not aware of.

I will go check out Wildhearts to see what is there.

Cheers,

Billy

“Amazing! I’ll be working with Jaco Pastorius, Charlie Parker, Art Tatum, and Buddy Rich, and you’re telling me it’s not that great of a gig?
“Well…” Saint Peter, hesitated, “God’s got this girlfriend who thinks she can sing…”