It seems to me the world I live in thrives on it. Since little, I have always shied away from them. Other than penmanship, and earning Girl Scout badges, I don’t remember being too driven as a child, though I do know it felt darn good when I would bring home a good grade and get praise and an occasional stipend to put in the piggy bank.
In the last year or so, I have been fortunate to volunteer some energy for a non profit group that promotes and supports blues music. The experience has opened so many doors for me. Not have I only been able to hear some wonderful music, but a lot of really great people who are willing to share the best of themselves.
But I became apprehensive when I started hearing about ‘competitions’.
It gives me a knot in my stomach. Fear, I am sure. Of what, I am not so..
Overall, I have survived a couple. Whether it be a contest or challenge for some paying gigs, a record or CD deal, or a trip to Memphis. I have watched people compete and strive for that win.
I have been pleasantly surprised. I know there must be undercurrents I am not aware of, and all things do not turn out as fairly as we would all like, but I have over and over been happy to see musicians competing who walk away from the experience glad they had the opportunity to play with another. I have seen showmanship and kindness and growing experiences. I have met people that do not have much materialistically but they will play for hours and give someone the shirt off their back to help another. I have seen caring and support on stages when words are lost or a cord is broken.
Congratulations to the bands recently that have put their heart into playing. You are all winners in my book.