Folk Tales

25 February 2018

As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I grew up quite conservatively. I was never really one for taking big risks, it was just the way I was raised. Study hard, get a degree, a stable job in a good company with a decent salary and work your way up. It’s what Dad did and it’s always what I thought would be the natural path for me.

At age 15 I started singing and fell in love with it. I felt like it defined me and of course wanted to do it for a living. However, even though I knew I was good, it always seemed like success was farfetched and that the odds of me ‘making it’ were slim, just because “that’s the music industry”. Therefore, whilst I had this brand new shiny passion, my parents (who do heavily support my singing) strongly suggested I go to university and get a degree – which I agreed was a good idea.

Fast forward 10 years, and I haven’t made the progress in music I would have hoped. Call it an excuse, but I just haven’t put my heart and soul into music, which you need to do to be successful. All my energy was going into my 9-5 job and progressing that career.

As Alida and I were preparing to leave New Zealand for our travels, my Dad would ask me, “have you started applying for jobs in the UK and Germany yet?”. It was his expectation and understanding that I would continue the marketing route in Europe. I wasn’t sure if my folks would accept me taking time off to work on music full time.

I started thinking, “should I just let them believe I’m applying and eventually that I had a sensible job? How would they know otherwise, they’re on the other side of the world.” Then I thought, “I’m a grown man! I have a good relationship with my folks and rather than telling them tales, if I was just honest with them I would much better off having them in my corner.”

Mum and Dad are, and always have been my biggest fans, showing up at every gig, listening to the same songs over and over again. They would give me performance feedback, help setup and pack down my equipment and mum would always make sure I had water and a packed meal for my breaks. They are the best support crew and parents anyone could ever ask for.

So what was I so afraid of? I picked up my courage about a week before leaving the country to tell them I wanted to give singing a proper crack. I told them, I didn’t want to pretend that I was applying for jobs to keep them happy. The pursuit of my singing career would be a journey that I wanted to take them on, and I would also love to have their guidance and advice along the way.

Dad told me “I’ve always believed you have the talent and potential to make something of yourself in music, but you’ve got to work hard, I haven’t seen you do this so far. Of course we support you, and we want to be a part of that journey… but put in the work.”

I breathed a big sigh of relief as I was in all honesty expecting them to say I was crazy to throw away my corporate career. They were very open and supportive of my decision and at the same time gave me some honest criticism, that I need to work for it, which is something I know deep down inside.

I was on a roll of honesty and showed them my fresh tattoo which caught them by surprise. As expected Mum hated it, but accepted it, whilst Dad actually quite appreciated the artistry and took a photo of it straight away!

The result of all this is that I can pursue this journey with the most important people in my life behind me and one of my biggest fears was to not have them on board.

Here are those amazing parents, sporting their my brand new logo.

 

It looks like for now I won’t be having to tell folk tales.

– Ant

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