I'm on the home stretch of this album, and I'm too busy to blog for the next few days. Be back soon...
Emily Hurd: BLOG
Yesterday, I went to take my dog Hank for a walk. On the way to the park, Hank saw an old piece of pizza in the middle of a busy street (mmm...road pizza....how delectable). Hank's a big dog, weighing in at 60+ lbs, so him lunging into the street means that I too am lunging into the street. Cars came to a screeching halt, and we some how both managed to survive, plus Hank got his road pizza. In his mind, I'm sure it was totally worth it.
On the way back from the park, I let Hank off leash. He's got incredible separation anxiety, so I really didn't have much fear that he would stay close; he always has. To my dismay, about halfway through the park, Hank started bolting towards the road, back to the spot where he found the pizza. I panicked and started running after him at full speed, which is sadly about half of Hank's speed. I reached him in the middle of the road. Once again, cars came to a screeching halt. Thank God for tolerant afternoon [...]
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On the way back from the park, I let Hank off leash. He's got incredible separation anxiety, so I really didn't have much fear that he would stay close; he always has. To my dismay, about halfway through the park, Hank started bolting towards the road, back to the spot where he found the pizza. I panicked and started running after him at full speed, which is sadly about half of Hank's speed. I reached him in the middle of the road. Once again, cars came to a screeching halt. Thank God for tolerant afternoon [...]
Today, I started writing personalized thank you notes for everybody who donated to the upcoming album. After writing two, I decided to type out a "general" note, print out copies, and just write a small personalized message at the bottom of each one. I'm too long-winded for personal notes to everyone who donated.
Then I realized, "Well, dang. I'm grateful to more people than just the ones who donated to this album." So I am now filling out albums for people who donated any of their time to play or film this album. Also those who took photos or helped with design.
But I then thought, "Actually, I'm pretty grateful to even more people than that." The folks who gave me a place to stay or a place to play while I was touring mean a lot to me too. And all those people who offered good advice. I'm so appreciative of them.
Once you start having gratitude for something, it's like a snowball rolling down a hill and gaining momentum. I'm now staring [...]
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Then I realized, "Well, dang. I'm grateful to more people than just the ones who donated to this album." So I am now filling out albums for people who donated any of their time to play or film this album. Also those who took photos or helped with design.
But I then thought, "Actually, I'm pretty grateful to even more people than that." The folks who gave me a place to stay or a place to play while I was touring mean a lot to me too. And all those people who offered good advice. I'm so appreciative of them.
Once you start having gratitude for something, it's like a snowball rolling down a hill and gaining momentum. I'm now staring [...]
Here it is, March 1st. The month "Daytime Fireflies" is dropping. On my list for today, I have "Place Yourself an Ad." Crazy.
One of the most common ways for musicians to "get out there" these days is to go buy an ad through Google AdWords, Facebook Ads, etc to reach new fans. These ads work by coming up on the side of the computer screen when somebody's information matches the words I choose to trigger the ad. Logically, I should use words like, "musician, piano, female, vocals, etc." But from a marketing standpoint, I could do whatever I wanted.
Let's say I wanted to reach a fan base of mostly young girls, age 14 to 18. Maybe I use "Miley Cyrus" in my list of words that triggered the ad. Or if I want a more international audience, maybe one of the words I choose is "Winter Olympics." I've read that this is technically "cheating," but that it's done all the time. I've come up with many lists of words today, but I've put [...]
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One of the most common ways for musicians to "get out there" these days is to go buy an ad through Google AdWords, Facebook Ads, etc to reach new fans. These ads work by coming up on the side of the computer screen when somebody's information matches the words I choose to trigger the ad. Logically, I should use words like, "musician, piano, female, vocals, etc." But from a marketing standpoint, I could do whatever I wanted.
Let's say I wanted to reach a fan base of mostly young girls, age 14 to 18. Maybe I use "Miley Cyrus" in my list of words that triggered the ad. Or if I want a more international audience, maybe one of the words I choose is "Winter Olympics." I've read that this is technically "cheating," but that it's done all the time. I've come up with many lists of words today, but I've put [...]
Dear Bad Week,
I see you are not going to let me get anything accomplished at all. I had such high hopes, and it seems you have dashed them. I was going to best you with my sense of humor and my positive attitude, but when you saw me get frustrated, you latched onto my irritation and magnified it times a million, making every dumb thing that could happen, happen. It is now Friday, and I can feel you smirking at me, knowing that you successfully had your way with me for days on end.
But it is me who will have the last laugh, bad week. Because our relationship didn't mean a thing to me, and next week, I will have left you for another week. What we had was a 7-day fling, and now it's over. And I will kindle my fire and give it to next week, who will surely be more compatible with me. Next week and I will fulfill each other in ways that you and I never could. And you will be stuck with my memory, while I will be in the throes of another relationship.
So [...]
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I see you are not going to let me get anything accomplished at all. I had such high hopes, and it seems you have dashed them. I was going to best you with my sense of humor and my positive attitude, but when you saw me get frustrated, you latched onto my irritation and magnified it times a million, making every dumb thing that could happen, happen. It is now Friday, and I can feel you smirking at me, knowing that you successfully had your way with me for days on end.
But it is me who will have the last laugh, bad week. Because our relationship didn't mean a thing to me, and next week, I will have left you for another week. What we had was a 7-day fling, and now it's over. And I will kindle my fire and give it to next week, who will surely be more compatible with me. Next week and I will fulfill each other in ways that you and I never could. And you will be stuck with my memory, while I will be in the throes of another relationship.
So [...]
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