Existential Crisis

I am facing a self-imposed existential crisis.  As a songwriter, the goal is to find people that will listen to my songs. It would also be nice if every person who heard my songs loved them without limits.  I know there are already many fantastic people that appreciate my work. I don’t want it to seem as though I am taking them for granted.  I couldn’t do what I do without them.  The Weird Folk mean so much to me.  It would be nice to add new listeners to our community as well.  It’s hard to cut through all of the noise in the world.   I sing my songs and send them out via all the possible conduits with a wish and hope.  One of the most efficient ways to find “new ears” is by posting videos that are called reels to the Instagram platform.  A reel is a one-minute video.  I’ve been consistently making videos of my songs for this purpose.  It has been a fun challenge to try and fit a song into the one-minute time limit. To take it one step further, the absolute best way to find ears is by posting cover songs.  I had scheduled some time to work on cover song videos. When I sat down to do the work, I became overwhelmed with doubt.  I don’t want to become a viral sensation on the back of cover song videos.  I don’t want to be the old guy doing Neil Diamond requests every Saturday night. If I become a household name, I want it to be due to my creations.  I don’t want to be a sell-out.  I did not make the new cover song videos.  Maybe next week.  In hindsight the existential dread was overblown.  My cart is way ahead of my horse.   Cover song videos seem like a worthy experiment.  It can’t hurt to throw a couple of covers out into the noise.  Who knows, if someone loves my version of “Me and Julio,” they may also appreciate “Boom Boom Ticka.”