You’re Not Good Enough

“You’re not good enough.”

I thought I’d shut that voice off years ago, back when podcasting was the shiny new thing that had to be explained to the parents. And yet I hear him now and again, whispering bitter nothings of discouragement at the most inopportune times.

“You’re nothing special; there are a thousand musicians better than you in this zip code alone.”

I try walking faster, blowing the steam off my double-tall-soy-chai-latté that I didn’t order but I’m drinking anyway. I’m not picky enough to send a drink back, but maybe it’s because I’m not worth the trouble of making a second drink. I know the barista screwed up, but she’s busy as hell and I’m… just me. The more distance I put between myself and the Starbucks, though, the closer the voice seems.

“You’ll never be successful as an artist, and you’ll never be happy with a day job.”

Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. When the voice gets desperate, it becomes much more specific in its cruelty. I’ve learned to brush off the thoughts of “not good enough” and “nothing special”, so the voice has learned to fight dirty. Packed convention crowds in multi-camera high definition have desensitized me to not good enough. Emails from fans telling me how Goodbye Planet Earth changed their life have immunized me against nothing special.

But maybe the voice is right. I’m still scraping by month-to-month after all these years, and yet I’m pretty sure my core would rot behind a desk or latté counter. I can’t see him, but I know the voice is grinning as a sense of “damned if you do, damned if you don’t, and the rent is still due next week regardless” sinks in.

“You’re always going to be working alone, no one wants to represent you.”

This is usually the part where I start to cry. Yes, I’m a 35-year-old man with testicles and muscles and I cry. And I’m certainly not alone, but that doesn’t make the event any less pleasant. Right now I have to stifle it, though, since I’m out on the street. The voice always knows the secret fears that hide even from me. I can’t brush this one off, not yet, so I stuff it down between my acid-eaten stomach and my recovering liver.

I know someone out there with business sense and vision will see what I’m doing and want to be a part of the ride. I may have written off most of the Big Label Music Industry™, but just like independent artists there are independent support professionals whose ideals and imagination align with my own.

No matter what the voice tells me year after year.

“Nobody is listening to you.”

At this point I stop walking. I can’t speak for the whole of musiciandom, but I’d wager my aforementioned testicles that this is the number one fear at the heart of every artist. Playing to an empty theater, blogging to an unread feed, singing to only the sound of your own echo off the back wall.

The truth is that there are a lot of days where that exact thought paralyzes me. Despite what the other Good Book says, I panic. Urgent tweets and pleas for attention don’t receive immediate replies, validating the voice as it begins to laugh at me. Emails to industry contacts I used to know go unanswered. Like House of Leaves, even the echo isn’t there, just the voice as it repeats itself.

NOBODY is listening to you.”

I sip my double-tall-whatever-the-fuck-it-is latté and take a deep breath. The voice doesn’t know that I live in the future. I’ve got metrics, bitch. They may not be talking back right now, but people are listening. Whether it’s Pandora streams or Facebook Likes or new signups for my email list, I’ve got irrefutable evidence that more people are listening every day.

But logic never makes the voice go away. Nothing ever does.

I resume walking at a comfortable pace. The chai really isn’t that bad, though it’s sweeter than what I’d normally order. Whatever, it’s a new flavor to explore. Life is full of mistakes like the Slinky, Dave Matthews Band, and Penicillin. Trying to avoid mistakes only makes the voice louder. Avoiding mistakes is what the voice wants you to focus on, not creating something risky.

What I’ve learned after 35 years is that you can’t ever shut the voice off, but you can learn to rise above it. Like a daily workout, you only get better at it if it hurts a little. Sometimes it might feel like all you ever do is hurt, but some day you’ll lift that keyboard case a little easier and it’ll dawn on you: You’ve become stronger.

I turn my attention to the voice as I stroll through the city. I speak to it, as loud as necessary.

“You’re not good enough,” I tell the voice. “Nobody is listening to you.”

  • I hear that voice every time I sit down to write, or stand in front of my microphone to record what I’ve written. My raw recordings have no less than 5 minutes of utter silence at the beginning as I try to nut up and start talking. Even after I’m done, it takes almost a day after for me to sit down and do any kind of editing. Once I start it flows fairly well, but it’s that start that’s the hardest part.

    I’m glad to hear that you’ve been able to beat that voice down with facts and figures. It gives me hope as I continue to write that someday I’ll be able to conquer my own sense of doubt with the same kind of positivity.

    • Honestly, it’s not the quantity of the metrics that beat the voice back, it’s the positive trend. If the quantity of validation mattered to me, I’d look at artists with huge fan bases and just quit right now. What matters to me is that I’m not alone. 🙂

  • You’re listening to the voice, that’s proof enough that the voice is not you.

    • I don’t know… I’m universally renowned for saying stupid shit that doesn’t help. That voice may very well be me… just a part of me that needs killin’.

      Fortunately, there are other voices (like yours) that can drown that voice out.

  • Felicia

    As a podcaster, I listen to a lot of music and spend a lot of time thinking about how it is presented. By far, you do the best job of anyone I’ve ever seen presenting your music (which is awesome, btw). Managing to do what you love, even if you are still just scraping by, is still doing what you love. It is a triumph – one that lots of artists never manage to achieve. There may be times when you feel alone, but we – your audience – are here. You matter to us.

  • That voice is such a common enemy within all of us. It’s really helpful to hear fellow musicians going through similar struggles and yet, refusing to give up! Thanks Matthew!

  • Virginia

    Interesting – your voice says the same things mine does! And I am not a musician – I am an educator and corporate trainer. An entrepreneur – and it doesn’t matter the industry – I experience the highs/lows and financial ups/downs that you do. And I am an expert in my field for 25 years.

    You have wonderful talent. And the voice never shuts up. it is always there. Some days, you have to choose to take on what OTHERS are ACTUALLY saying – and I am one of many many who continue to give you that support.

    You are doing something truly groundbreaking – you are a true pioneer. Yup – exactly like your steampunk starship captain. You are part of a movement to create music and make a decent living at it. For a very very long time, music has been (and in mainstream, continues to be) all or nothing. You are either a superstar or a talented musician who is an engineer or accountant or manager or ___________ during the day. There has been little in between.

    Creating a new way of living – a transformation of the art you have selected as your field is uneasy. There is little or no evidence to support your beliefs. And the very same is true of many many great people.

    You cannot avoid the mistakes. It is an uncharted path. The mistakes are how you learn.

    On those days when the voice is really loud – ask one of us. Ask me.

    • Heh, thanks for this. Believe me, the voice is louder on some days than others, but I’m always able to drown it out with voices like yours. 🙂

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