272/365

Nerves of steel, baby. That's what it takes to sit through a 3 hour song meeting with your [big, bad, mean] publisher. "That doesn't kill me." "Hmmmm." "I think I like it?!"

This is my least favorite part of writing songs. Actually playing them for the gatekeeper. Not because the gatekeeper is cruel. But because no matter how hard I try to listen through an objective lens, I always have and always will have expectations. Songs I believe in (but maybe they won't). Song I think are good (that maybe they don't). Songs that I don't love (that maybe they'll deem as ok). And it is an emotional rollercoaster. But if that's the roughest aspect to my job, then I'm a lucky sonuvagun.