The Future of Indy Music

As many of us are trapped in our homes for the forseeable future, I have to wonder: Where do we go from here? 

I think fondly back to the now-bygone days open mics. They were usually in some dark bar, or a tiny cafe. You'd put your name on the list, and voila, just like that, you were in.

It was a community of sorts — though many of us had never met — but that night, we were each other's ears and hearts. We would play out our souls to each other, into that dark, sometimes empty room. But someone was listening. Someone appreciated the music that you made with your time and talent, with the blood, sweat, and tears of your life. 

The bars are silent. The walls still remember us. But we won't be back anytime soon. 

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