Day One

Day one: Interning

It seems that my career in the recording industry has officially begun. Due to all sorts of privacy issues and otherwise, I cannot speak exactly of my work especially as I schlupp around as an intern for an independent publishing company. But, I can at least track my days as they go by.

I started off where every intern starts off: filing. This was the ultimate test of my alphabetizing skills as I questioned whether "I Ain't Goin' to Make It" comes before "I am Going to Get There" or after "I've Always Taken the Longest Road" and other assorted ballads. Apparently the last intern wasn't entirely on board with the filing system here and thus I spent the majority of my first day fixing what she had undone.

The record business is really like this crazy, mixed up, entirely dysfunctional at some parts and completely magical at other parts, family. Today, I ate lunch with my boss at a house where a couple of the writers were recording a demo. The track I heard was incredible and yet again the idea that demos are now full quality masters is all the more true and real. It's truly amazing to see what happens behind the closed doors of the entertainment industry.

I guess it's just very easy to forget that these icons and multimedia superstars that are everpresent these days are still people despite how ridiculous they may act. It's an elite crew and more and more I'm am seeing why this business is so elusive for so many.

Wow, already big relevations and I still have an hour to go of my first day. Whew. Who knew?