- 3:33 pm - Thu, Nov 7, 2013
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There’s no way I should have been able to make a career as a rock musician. I mean, there are thousands of singer/songwriters out there who are better, younger, smarter and prettier than I am. My career should have ended up like most of the bands I came up with, like most of the frustrated and talented songwriters everywhere. You give it your best shot and then quit when you turn thirty and get a job at Amazon or Microsoft. That’s the Seattle way.
The reality is, I didn’t even release my first album until I was thirty-two. By all rights I should have been laughed out of every bar and record label office in the country, but instead I spent ten years on tour in America and Europe, bought a house, and continue to make a living as a musician even now, all while most people, even hardcore music fans, haven’t heard of me. How?
The answer is: a small, indie record label.
Read the rest of the essay where the Long Winters’ John Roderick reflects on how Barsuk Records saved his life.