It was a lazy afternoon, and I was sitting at my desk, surrounded by stacks of CDs and papers. ReverbNation was open on my computer, and I was cycling through submission after submission, looking for the next big thing. As I listened to each track, I felt like I was meeting a new friend, someone who had poured their heart and soul into their music and was now entrusting it to me. It was a humbling feeling, knowing that these artists had chosen to share their work with “the fine people at B&RS”. Each track was different, with its own unique sound and style. Some were gritty and raw, with lyrics that spoke to the struggles of everyday life. Others were polished and smooth, with melodies that lifted you up and carried you away. But all of them had one thing in common: they were the work of independent artists, trying to make a name for themselves in a world that often didn’t take them seriously. As I listened, I felt a surge of excitement and hope. These were the people who inspired me, who reminded me why I got into this business in the first place. They were the ones who had the courage to follow their dreams, despite the odds against them. And I was the one who could help them get noticed. I scrolled through the submissions, feeling like a kid in a candy store. Each new track was a surprise, a glimpse into someone’s soul. It was like being in a concert hall, surrounded by the sounds of a thousand different musicians, each one vying for my attention. I knew that not every artist would make the cut. But as I listened, I felt a sense of responsibility to them. They had taken the time to share their work with me, and I owed it to them to give them a fair shot. I took notes, scribbling down ideas and comments for each track, determined to find a way to feature each artist in some way. With our ReverbNation partnership in full swing, there were thousands of artists waiting to be discovered, and I had the power to help them. It was a heady feeling, one that made me feel like I was part of something bigger than myself. I knew that there would be days when I would feel overwhelmed, when the sheer number of submissions would threaten to bury me. But in this moment, all I could feel was the thrill of possibility, the excitement of knowing that anything was possible. And for a producer of the Bud and Roach Show, that was the greatest feeling of all.

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