While my career as an artist was on a growing path, I couldn’t help but remember that it was my behind-the-scenes work that got me in the door; a recurring theme in my life. Of the many hours spent at Studio 333 in New York City, watching and working with polished artists on the rise, I always managed to find 30 minutes to show off my musical capabilities. The money I was making in marketing was paying my bills, and designing MySpace pages and graphics for thousands of dollars was not a bad way to make a living. It showed me that people trusted my creative vision and that I would always have a career in entertainment, even if not as “the artist”. But that wasn’t enough. Sitting back on the leather couch, laptop in hand, I watched engineers masterfully work Pro Tools, showing me how little I actually knew about music production. The artist, vocalizing perfection in the booth, made me feel lightyears away from being talented. I kept my mouth shut and processed as much information as I could. I didn’t understand the complexity of the entertainment business, and that in itself would soon come to play. I continued to make my regular visits, and watch famous people do famous people things.
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