Once upon a time, in the vast and sunburnt landscapes of regional Australia, there lived a dreamer named Clint. Clint was not your typical Aussie bloke; he was a songwriter with a heart full of stories and melodies waiting to be shared. With two albums under his belt, he was no stranger to the struggles of the independent artist. Yet, the call of his creative spirit urged him to embark on a journey to write his third album, an epic adventure that would test his resolve and passion.
Clint faced a daunting challenge – he had no record label backing him, no marketing machine, no publisher, and the news of Spotify abandoning payments for artists with fewer than 1000 streams left him feeling like a lone wanderer in the vast outback. Undeterred, Clint decided that this would be the album that would define him, the one that would echo across the hills and resonate with hearts around the world.
Armed with his trusty Cole Clark (tuned a half step down) and the desire, if not the skill, to incorporate piano and string arrangements into his work, Clint set off on the path. Even though you can’t hold a dream, Clint found it a heavy thing to carry. The choice was stark, play the game the way it has been played for all time, after all it works… for some. Or attempt to forge a new path, built on real stories and true connection… and risk being out there all alone.
The conventional path whispered promises of familiarity and safety, a well-trodden road where success was a calculated equation. But Clint's heart beat to the rhythm of a different drum, echoing the tales of the land and the stories etched into the hearts of its people. He yearned for authenticity, for a connection that transcended charts and algorithms.
The quest would be long and potentially (metaphorically) dangerous but there comes a time in an artist’s life where chances must be taken, lest one be deemed unfitting of the moniker.
Rewards await, however the work comes first, your unwavering support is the fuel that pushes us onwards.