Hi there!! So here I am, staying funky as promised...yes my presence in the blogosphere hasn't been quite as prominent as of late, but the long and the short of it is: I was busy. It's the simplest and most legit explanation I can muster up, and it'll actually do this time because...wait for it...I've been working. Yes, granted it's another temp job, it's almost over, and it's been about a month and a half...that STILL aint too shabby considering I was only supposed to be there for two weeks. So I've accumulated some funds for the holidays, started gigging again..lost a little momentum here and there along the way but I'm always fighting hard to gain it back...I'm getting better at catching myself before I slip into, ya know...one of those "moods." I've got money in my pocket for the holidays and a smile on my face...and a little more ambition. I said in my last post that I would end this year with a bang...and that is still the plan.
Peace and love,
Joe
Alive again
Positivity
Splitting the hustle has proved to be a success so far. I'm putting a lot of eggs in the music basket, recording cover after cover after cover after cover after cover after...you get the picture...but at the same time I feel a bit more fulfilled in this whole job-hunt situation. Sure there's still the odd day where I break down and ask "why oh WHY is it taking this damn long." But I'm doing better than before...I'm getting interviews, I'm making calls, I'm networking a little bit more...TRYING to put myself out there and trying not to be picky. I do have another temp gig lined up for November through January, and this one seems far more fun and interesting than the last. That means that if worst comes to worse, I'll at least have some money for the holidays, which is a HUUGE weight off my shoulders because as we all know, the holidays can get pretty expensive.
But I'm still hustling, trying to find what I can find, and I feel good, more confident than before. Trying to stay on this positive kick...trying to make it much less of just a "kick" and much more of a permanent state of mind. I think my idea to keep focusing on the things I love (i.e. music) while I'm not looking for a job is really helping to keep me afloat. It's keeping that feeling of fulfillment for me, so I take that positive attitude to other ventures, whatever they may be. The last few months have been rough, but I can't lie folks, I think it's been a pretty good year. I graduated from what will hopefully be my last stint in post-secondary education, I celebrated two wonderful years with my amazing girlfriend, I wrote a shitload of new songs, working on some newer music projects and I am steadily working toward my goal of recording another CD...
Yeah man...it's been alright...and I'm gonna do my very best to make sure that this year ends with a bang.
Cheers,
Joeyboy
Split the hustle
Times been hard, times been hard. I'm not even gonna acknowledge the fact that it's been quite a while since the last post (although technically I just did) by saying "long time no see" or the slightly more ebonic "it's been a minute." But yeah man, all there is to report is that I'm just stayin' positive. Breaking down then breaking through like always. Mad opportunities have come and gone but I'm still standing, doing my best to snatch that gig that I've been looking for.
But now I feel different, now I'm working on both fronts. I feel like I'm just now realizing the gravity of the music thing and how it compliments this other personality of mine perfectly. I've been thinking: where's that fire that I used to have for this music thing? Sure I'm writing new songs and recording new videos and hittin' the guitar every so often, but man I used to be right on top of this gig-finding...much like I am with this god-forsaken job-hunt. It's got me thinking: accomplish one thing, and I will be more motivated to accomplish the next. So I've decided to evenly split the hustle, the amount of energy that goes into each respective venture. Put out those goals for myself on each front and then accomplish them one by one. Get a gig, find a job, write a song, make some money, release a CD, become an editor...
I guess the best thing to do is just stay moving no matter what. No dog ever peed on a moving car...Okay that's a little gross, but a much better sentiment that I wish I knew the source of is that "life is made up of little battles," and I think it's high time that I start winning...every single one of 'em.
Wish me luck.
Peace, love and positivity,
Joe
Return and rise
So once again I’ve left the posting for a long, long time. Maybe I’m not as committed to this whole blogging thing as I thought I was, but I think that maybe it’s because deep down I was waiting for something exciting to happen…and it has…kinda. I’ve secured myself some potential temporary employment, which I may or may not go through with depending on this Saturday. What’s going on Saturday you ask? I finally have an interview! After searching for many months I’ve secured myself a sit-down with a gentlemen from a studio in Toronto who’s looking for editors. This could very well be where I begin my career. I’m excited about the prospect of doing something in my field, and I hope and I pray that this will be where I launch my stint in “the real world.”
Other than that, things are going great…not much to report (despite the two-or-so month gap between postings). Okay, so some major milestones have occurred I suppose. I officially graduated (wit honours, no less) from Sheridan College’s Broadcast Journalism program. That’s gotta count for something right? Also, at the beginning of this month, Viki and I celebrated two wonderful years together as a couple. Hard to believe it’s been over two years since that magical first date, (which is a story in and of itself). Secured myself a few gigs here and there on the musical front…life is good.
I’ve been seeing a lot of Viki and my friends. Case and point being that I am typing this entry on the bus coming home from Matt’s house. I’ve been starting to get sick of my old songs lately while trying to compile a setlist, and jamming with Matt and his friend Andrew may be just the inspiration I need to start writing some more new stuff.
Rich, Nareeman and I also started a little project, another blog actually that so far deals with the techie stuff (although all of my posts to date have been about gaming). You can check that out over at ionmediablog.blogspot.com.
I guess there’s a lot more going on than I initially thought…just had to think about it and let it ruminate. There’s a bit more on the musical front but I should save that for the SDIL blog (link at the bottom of this page).
Despite the job situation, this summer is shaping up to be a good one…I guess I just have to wait and see where the wind takes me.
Adios, type to you soon,
Joe
Return to sender
It's been a while, a long while. To break it all down shortly and sweetly: here's the skinny:
I finished my volunteer hours at Rogers, but I'm going to try to continue volunteering there two days a week or so. I spent four days working in the warehouse of a company that auctions animal furs...I'm not proud of that, but it was a temporary gig and I need the cash right now. In fact I'm currently looking for whatever I can to make money while I look for, well...a career.
It's so weird being here at these proverbial crossroads everyone keeps talking about. Fear is slowly setting back in, but I can't let it. I gotta trust that it will work out. It's tough when I see or hear about people around me, other students from my program thriving. It should encourage me more but it doesn't. Sadly enough, what encourages me is the fact that not all of us are so lucky. A lot of people are probably in the same boat as I am, sitting in limbo. I take an odd kind of solace in that fact, but the "limboat" as I am now calling it can only float for so long. Being at Rogers will keep me somewhat connected, in the network, but it's new jobs and opportunities that I'm after. I don't wanna be the guy who volunteers and waits tables WHILE he's looking for another job, and never find that job.
The urgency of this got real intense, real fast. I know a lot of people in my position struggle, but I refuse to be in this state very long. This summer must be a win for me, that is my goal. And as much as I hate to say it, one of the things that's hurting the most right now is the lack of money. It's getting almost frightening at this point, and it's most of the reason why I'm even looking for any old part-time job on the side. It's not just to kill time while I search for my dream career, I need it to sustain me...again, that's where the fear comes in.
But no more vicious cycles. I have things to do, goals to make AND ACHIEVE), music to play and plenty of love to share with everyone who needs it.
Love is after all the ultimate answer right? Here's hopin'.
Peace and a generous amount of the all-healing love,
Joe
Fall down, rise up...again
So I'm averaging like two or three posts every month...ehh, still much better than what I used to do. There will be more time to update in the summer but at that point I'll also hopefully be updating my music blog more often because the summer is the time for writing and recording.
So today was a crazy day at school. Things were calm and then got really hectic, really fast. I'm gonna be working on stuff all weekend, and I'm starting to feel the pressure again. I was also starting to fret all over again and get those anxiety attacks and yes "fear of the future" which I might has well have named this blog because that's all I've been talking about even though I SAID that I would STOP!!!!!
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But hey...it all goes back to the title of one of my last blog entry: "Fall down, rise up." I thought nothing of it when I first typed it out because usually I just type the first thing that comes to mind. But today, it felt like another one of those fluctuations, another one of those mood swings, like: "OHHMIGOD I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT..OHH..oh....ohhhh...okay never mind I'm fine." And I think that's gonna happen a lot, even though I hate to admit it. I think I NEED that, I think we all do at some point.
In short I started to worry again but then as the day progressed I let my mind ease up, mentally prepared myself for the days to come, vented to my girlfriend (which always seems to help). There's just been a lot of talk about journalism being a dying industry...I just have to believe that I'm skilled enough to be able to jump ship quickly if the S.S. Broadcast News Media goes down...and I think I am skilled enough man, I really do. And if not, I'm a quick learner... so fuck it.
It's gonna be tough keeping a level head but shit, I'm gonna have to just try my hardest to do just that. And like I've said before, it doesn't hurt to come here once in a while and vent it through typing to you guys...my three loyal readers, haha. Naw, I really don't know how many people read this but in the end I guess it's just as much for my sake to get it out there.
But I'm done getting it out there for tonight. Come back in the next few weeks...hopefully I'll be talking about something other than school and my FUUUTUUUREEE!! 'Cause let's face it, that shit is boring anyway, haha.
Over and out folks,
Joeypants
Fall down, rise up
Ah, and here we are a whopping two weeks later! Well, I'm not going to let this blog falter like my other ones did! Two weeks seems like a while but really for me it's a fine time to update. Though I wish I'd filled you in over reading week...even though it consisted mostly of attempted (and oft-successful) relaxation.
But now, it's back to the grind. First order of business: the internship. I got it. Bam baby! And like I said, once that's outta the way there's a HUGE weight off my shoulders. I felt good all week, real good, but today just seemed like a shitty day back. It's weird though because here and there I snap into these realizations: "maybe it was just "a day back." Back to the school, back to the grind, back to the long days in the edit suites and in stuffy classrooms coupled with the fact that it was BEAUTIFUL outside today...I thought that that my misery had returned but it's kind of one of those things were as I type these ramblings I realize...well shit man. All that work...all that coming off seven days of seeing friends old and new, and lazing around with TV, movies and video games, and exciting escapades and birthday dinners and good food and good conversation and stories to tell!
Today was a day back from a very relaxing break..it wasn't the return of that real-world anxiety/depression that I was experiencing, or that overworked exhaustion...it was just a day to adjust back to the routine. By the end of the week I'll be right as rain again.
Sure the workload's piling up...and sure I'm still a bit scared of what the real-world has to offer me as I get closer and closer to that portal outta post-secondary education world...but the internship's in the bag...some main fears have been allayed. I'm just...readjusting.
There's so much more to come, so much more to see, and all within just a few weeks.
Am I ready?
As I will ever be.
Peace, love and singing in harmony,
Joey
Occupational Destiny...
Wow man. There has just been a shitload on my mind recently. Not all of it I can put into words either. Some of it is getting me down but I'm just trying not to let it do that ya know? I'm generally happier than I was some time ago...more focused. Focused on my goals, it's almost like the negativity just provides more drive to get them done faster ya know?
Along with this kind of, new found sense of accelerated ambition as I'll call it, I'm feeling like I'm at one of the highest levels of vulnerability that I've been at in a while...but in this case, breaking down again is not an option. It's all gonna be healed, all fears and concerns will be allayed with the simple act of checking things off that "to do" list. I wanna reconnect with old friends, make some more music, secure an internship...hey, I've got an interview for one tomorrow. School is going well, though like I may have mentioned before the final stretch is pretty brutal.
It's weird ya know? It almost seems as if the closer I get to this impending fate, this "real world" future, this occupational destiny...the less scared I am. That doesn't make sense. By all rights I should be getting progressively MORE scared but I'm not. Another thing I said before was that my fear came down to the whole internship debacle. It's for that reason that I'm going to breathe a huge sigh of relief when tomorrow's interview is over...AND when I get the internship. Yeah that's right, I said "when."
I've gotta keep dreaming big, gotta keep crossing my fingers. I know I'll feel much better when I've got this stuff all in the bag and I can focus solely on schoolwork rather than internship hunting. This also eliminates the needs for for going through that upcoming threat of job hunting, at least for a couple weeks. I'd imagine I'll be doing internship stuff.
And this reading week needs to be somewhat fun...after all, it is "Spring Break" somewhere now isn't it?
Confidence my friends, confidence.
Adios homies,
Joe
P.S. I apologize if this entry is kinda messy, I'm half asleep right now while putting it together. Ohh, so much to do and so little time.
Life is the new everything.
It seems like this weekend ran away. It's beginning to feel like that a lot now..time in general is just flying by much quicker than I thought it would. I was afraid that, this being my final semester, time would screech to a halt.
I sound like a broken record, but I just gotta say one more thing on my whole "fear of the future kick." I figured it out today when I was discussing it with my best friend Matt who I seldom get to see. It's just the whole internship thing I'm worried about...come to think of it the same thing happened to me in print journalism...I was mortified...that is, until I found one. I think once I secure that internship and I know it's in the bag I'll worry less about it, the future I mean. What happens after that is up to me, and it shouldn't be frightening, it should be exciting. All I have to do is take some action, maybe see if I can get a Rogers internship close by rather than traveling all that way to 680. Something, I just gotta do SOMETHING. I just need to alleviate the uncertainty.
But anyway! Enough about that shit...I feel pretty damn good about the rest of this semester. The schedule is a lot more trying than last semester's, we're putting in much longer hours, but shit I feel like I'm doing something...I won't falter man...I can't let it happen! I'm going for some awards. I don't even wanna go to my graduation but I still wanna try to at least graduate with honours. Why? Just for the sole reason that I actually have a fighting chance of pulling it off this time around. That never happens! I mean, it's no sweat if I don't but it would be damn cool. "Oh yes, I graduated alright...with HONOURS biatch!"
I feel like my creative juices have been flowing a little bit better than usual these past few days, and it's kinda been a growing trend throughout the past few weeks. I'm excited for the summer, though it's a still a bit far off...and I know that I'm gonna have to be busting my ass looking for internships or volunteer work and perhaps even some entry-level jobs, but I really wanna record another CD!! I want to make more music, I want to see my friends, spend quality time with my beautiful girlfriend, I want to travel. Excitement is the key here...think of the good things that are up ahead..not the bad. As long as I'm pushing myself, trying to get in to the business, putting in my work and burning the midnight oil...on my off-time I can do whatever the fuck I want. Excitement.
Whatever, I said I'd stop talking about this. I think I'm gonna erase that little mural of mine that I posted a picture of a few posts ago. The one that says "Life begins in...
Okay...no more complaining/breaking down/breaking through about the future in my blog to all you poor, bored readers(all three of you =P).
Gotta admit though...getting this shit off my chest and outta my mind...it feels damn good.
It's approaching 2AM and I've got a kinda early morning. I am unfazed. Far out.
Love, friendship, happiness and cookies to you all,
Joeyboy
Under Over pressure...
I look around, and the pressure is lifting. It’s like the tornado that’s swept up my life in the last little while has passed all the way through this low-key town. I think I’m starting to get over this fear of future frenzy (or funk, or fever) that I’ve come down with in the last little while (oh how I love alliteration). I feel…whole again, kinda, sorta…I guess. I think the pressure of school was weighing down on me, maybe I wasn’t getting as much done personally, hell whatever contributed to it is subsiding, but it seems like it’ll be something recurring. The pressure is always going to rise and fall throughout the semester, and throughout my lifetime for the next 10 or 11 weeks or so…but now I’ll know how to deal with it.
They say that breakdowns lead to breakthroughs…although I really wouldn’t call what I’ve been experiencing in the last little while a “breakdown” exactly, but perhaps just a series of little ones.
Things are still stuck in the back of my mind, you know, about the future. But I keep convincing myself that since I know they exist, I’m gonna do something about them. I’ve been on a pretty constant pattern of overall awareness and alertness as to what’s going on, and if I can keep up this pattern, I’ll be able to brave whatever school and life outside of it can throw at me.
A thought just occurred to me…why don’t I listen to what people are saying when I tell them about this irrational fear of the future? “You’re still young!” they say, “you have plenty of time to make your decisions, and there plenty of things you can do!” There are people in my program who are pushing 30...I hate to say it, but once this is all said and done, they’re out of options. I mean I’ve gotta maintain that I’m a firm believer in that “it’s never too late” attitude, but I’m just saying that I have more time than they do and that should give me a sense of…I dunno…comfort.
Ideally, my master plan was to have a solid job within two or three years of graduating this program…but who knows. Maybe I’ll find work that pays, related or unrelated to my field. Maybe it’ll be something substantial, something not…I can always do some volunteering on the side, save up money, maybe I WILL study abroad even though I don’t really see it as a possibility at this point in time. You never really know…
Of course, there’s also that other possibility of becoming a famous musician, that’s as possible an outcome as any other…
Just puttin’ it out there…
And thanks for reading it,
Joe
My fate is an unwritten story that I will finish in due time...
With my first week conquered, everything is slowly falling into place...at least I hope so. Our broadcast magazine show this semester is going to be intense. I can tell already seeing as I spent Thursday (which was indicated as a day off on my schedule) in Toronto, shooting some stuff in the downtown area for my group's segment. Our documentary class is essentially the same as it was last semester, except our docs need to be longer and better. The news show seems like it’s going to be pretty intense too, but luckily that’s the kind of class that doesn’t go beyond the school. We go in there and work our asses off for eight and a half hours, take the last half hour to reflect and then leave it behind until next week. Broadcast beats seems like it’s going to be okay, but there’s a steady stream of assignments lined up for it which means the bulk of the homework is going to come from that class. Finally there’s the field placement class, which actually seems like it’s going to be quite enlightening. I’m already beginning to get internships lined up, things are looking good with the whole 680 News thing. An internship there would be sweet so I'm crossing my fingers.
I look to my countdown and I still get a little freaked out. In less than a hundred days I’m gonna be entering “the real world.” I’m gonna be out in open water trying to swim…at least I’ve been learning how for the last four years, hopefully I can rely on that.
This semester seems so daunting, but of the shortened 12 week span of it, one week has already gone by. It won't be long now...
You can do this Joseph Chammas.
Wish me luck.
Peace, love, and unwavering determination,
Joe
P.S. In case you're wondering about the title of this post, I was jamming with my best friend Ron today, singing a song called "Reborn" for which he wrote the music and I wrote the lyrics. The title of this blog is lifted from the bridge of the song, I thought it fit the overall theme.
Last Stand
I spoke at length in the last post about the kind of crossroads I’ve just arrived at, but I’m still only now realizing the full gravity of the situation…quite literally because it’s been weighing me down. I guess not in a bad way, but in a thoughtful, forward-looking way.
It looks as if my life boils down to these next few weeks. Fourteen some-odd weeks more of learning the ropes, and by the end of it all I better damn well be able to climb. After school comes an internship, and after the internship…who knows? Once again that question comes to mind: “will I be ready?”
There are still a million things I can picture myself doing in this field, and I’m still not sure if at this point that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
If I wanna narrow down my focus, the main thing I should worry about is simply finishing up, getting through the last semester. This is it, this is where the road ends and like I said in my last post I’ve come too far to turn back now.
My purpose is to conquer this term in style, buckle down, straighten up and fly right. Not that my lust for nocturnal activity effected me too much last term (in fact I walked away with a 3.8 overall GPA) but it just seems that in preparation for my lot in life I should make some changes: stay more on the ball, read more, get to sleep at a decent hour if I’ve got an early next morning. I’m breaking that last rule as I type this very blog. According to my new rule I’m meant to get all my shit together at 11PM and be in dreamland by midnight. I think It’s a good rule and I’m gonna try to stick to it over the course of the semester if I can. On the bright side: I HAVE been reading more and I already feel more intelligent because of it. Not to mention that today was my first day of class and I got my first small assignment for homework and I plowed through it tonight so I don’t have to worry about another assignment in the class for two weeks.
So this is it, this is the last stand. It’s been five long years; I DO NOT want to go back to school after this.
Tonight, before crawling under my covers and beginning to write this post I put something on my whiteboard…
And there it is, just a gentle reminder of where I am…and where I’m headed. I hope it’s somewhere great…I really, really do.
Peace and love,
Joe
Question everything...
That fucking notion is back. You know the one: "quit school and become a rockstar!" "But notion!" I exclaim to it, "I've come so far, to turn back now would be ludicrous."
Tonight, during one of those semi-long car rides, my girlfriend and I were discussing the value of those pieces of paper we're waiting to be given to us by our respective educational insitutions. You know, the ones that we are awarded when society deems us capable enough to "do good work."
A little background: I started out studying print journalism, finished that two year program and got my college diploma, and now I am in my second and final year of studies at the same college for broadcast journalism. I don't know what it is but I think my perception of this industry has changed drastically over the last three and a half years. But to be perfectly fair, the industry itself has been changing as well...and quitting is definitely not an option, it's just an extreme notion that I wouldn't dream of considering now.
I just don't know...the fact is, I DO like this business. I like certain things about it, and I've always loved writing and the print stuff but I think I'm finding it harder to like broadcasting...or maybe that's just on-air. I think for a little while I though I was made for it, destined to be an anchor reporting on TV, but the fact is, there's so much more. Video and audio editing is so intriguing to me, but doing it wouldn't make me a journalist, it would make me a video editor. I think that would disappoint my dad. He always says to relatives who come over: "Joseph is going to be a journalist."
But I do enjoy many aspects of broadcasting..this whole video media no matter what I'm doing with it is intriguing. Video is not the enemy here, in fact it's a whole lot more than just that son of a bitch that killed the radio star...but that's the problem...fate...that whole radio star thing.
I love making music, and I love cutting together documentaries...but the fact is I have an unwavering passion when it comes to making music....I do not feel quite as strongly about sorting out chunks of video.
When it comes right down to it I'm not even sure that it's about that anymore...about this fate that I think I have to be a professional musician...I think it's about the fact that I, like many others, am scared. This, as far as my original intent, is to be my last four months of post-secondary studies...ever. I'll have been in college for five years come April (I did a year of advertising at first, didn't like it, got out quick) and I am petrified by the notion that I may actually have to find myself a long-term career. This notion only become more daunting when I take into consideration the fact that I have been struggling just to find a part-time job over the last four months.
I think in my last post I made a reference to a song I had written, "Small Town Boy." Appropriately enough, the lyrics go "I'm just a small town boy, with big dreams." At this point I'm not entirely sure what those dreams are, short of "I dream of being successful."
In a strange way I think I'm more well-off then some other people. My plan for after I graduate if I don't have a lasting internship is to find a part-time job doing anything, volunteer at my local Rogers public access TV station and start working on some freelance writing, pitching my stories here and there to different magazines and other publications. I actually HAVE a fucking PLAN...or at least an outline of what I'm gonna do to busy myself in life after school.
My trouble before was thinking ahead too much. I always think about this shit in the future like, "when am I gonna move out?" "when am I gonna find a decent job?" "when am I gonna get married and have kids and live happily ever after?"
Before, I didn't have to worry about finding a career, I could just coast through life working in warehouses and retail chains. It's different this time. This time it's right around the corner. I just hope I'm ready for it.
Well, now that I've gone and depressed everyone who's read this, let me just say this: no matter how much you may argue agaisnt it, how you carry yourself is a huge part of how far you go no matter what you're doing or what you eventually WANT to do. You gotta be like the more upbeat version of me (which I usually am, trust me) who just has a blind faith that in the end, everything will work out. Because after all, doesn't it always? The good guy always wins.
I'd like to think I'm the good guy. Chances are I'll get just a little farther if I think I'm the best guy.
Take care all you beautiful people. After all of that I still believe in me, so you should all believe in you too...I do.
Love,
Joe
"Ugh, what stinks?" "This town baby!!"
I'm kinda divided on this one...I mean yes my other blog is about the whole music thing but I think this topic goes deeper than that, and I have touched on this a little bit but on this blog but perhaps not on that deep level.
So here's the thing, I live in Mississauga, and as I was telling a friend earlier I have a love/hate relationship with this city. There's small town beauty in this big ol' city, and great people to boot. But with that small town beauty comes small town thinking, conservative thinking. It's my theory that places to play music in these parts are suffering for that very reason. I realized something today: the two main places that I've been able to showcase my music here in Mississauga, have gone under. First it was the Streetsville Soundbar, and recently it was the Executive Snooker Club.
Where is the interest in places like these? Mississauga certainly lacks that socialite, nightlife fire that Toronto has going, especially downtown Toronto. And what about us? What about the build-up and industrialization of Mississauga's unfortunately literal dead center? You know, our downtown core. Well, our downtown core is not a downtown core...it's the Square One Shopping Centre surrounded by a bunch of restaurants.
Don't get me wrong, the fact that Mississauga is such a big city but with such a small town atmosphere is a beautiful thing most of the time, it's inspiring. I mean, I wrote a song called "Small Town Boy" for god's sake! I hate the big city bullshit. I really do, but sadly, I think we need some of it here in Mississauga.
I for one can't be lugging equipment 45 minutes in every direction to play shows. Now, again don't get me wrong, I will still be doing that every now and then because I have to. For what I do, for making music, Toronto is the most accessible and quite possibly the best epicenter and I would encourage any Missisauga musician to go and hone their skills there. However I also believe that it doesn't have to be that way. each town, big or small should have a community, big or small that embraces the arts. And not just music, anything...anything you can get famous for I guess.
It's true that all those celebrities live in Hollywood, but that's certainly not where all of them were made.
Until next time,
Joe
