We all tell stories. Some of ours are scattered all over the Internet.
There are people that love it and there are people that hate it. I’m not sure how to approach the latter.
We are learning. We’re a little bit crazy. I’m under no illusion that this project is typical. I know what it looks like. Believe me, I’ve been told what it looks like.
I will tell you that this is all new to me. I wake up every morning processing the slew of events that landed me 3000 miles from home. Before three months ago I’d never booked a show in my life. I’d never designed posters, written anything but term papers, made a press kit or been called a hipster for that matter. Our desire was to share with you our learning process – our struggles and all.
I am (we are) broken. But I’m in love with a God who wants to make me whole. It’s a slow, often painful process. I get to be wrong a lot.
We felt like we were supposed to share this journey as honestly as possible. We’re not professionals and we’re not theologians. These are thoughts and experiences in process.
Here’s our context. We’re all incredibly fortunate young adults. Not only do we have places to live, computers to even write this on, and college educations, but we are blessed to live in a community that supported this project, as absurd as many people find it. I have a mother and a father who would give their lives to see their kids succeed, and I’m not ashamed of that. I am beyond grateful. I wish everyone knew that kind of support. I’m aware that people think we are unaware.
We wanted to see how other people were using artistic vocations to encourage and help others. A lot of them were friends, a lot of them friends of friends. This was not meant to be some conclusive, all encompassing research project. We reached out to people we thought were doing interesting things in their communities. We went from there. A friend in Los Angeles using a clothing company to advocate healthy body image. A couple we met on Twitter who are using their designs and writing to talk about subjects people often ignore in the church. A family in Albuquerque who are mentoring and encouraging artists in their neighborhood. A model in New York City who is constantly giving so that her friends can succeed.
A lot of our tour took place “off stage”. Conversation doesn’t always have monetary value. I get that.
Often my definition of success is doing everything “right” and having everyone like you. I have a lot to learn.
But I don’t believe this endeavor was a failure. By a lot of people’s standards, yes. By the music industry’s, I’m sure of it. House shows and coffee shops don’t exactly draw large crowds. Forty-eight days is a long time for fifteen shows. I know. But we don’t think encouraging a boy in Lubbock is a waste of money. We don’t think sharing the vision of the Women and Children’s Advocacy Center is a waste of time. We wanted to have time to hear people’s stories.Technology is great. Stages have power. But we’ve seen face to face conversation have incredible value.
We took a risk. We had an idea and we went for it. Of course we made mistakes. We live in this tension between who we strive to be an who we are. Whenever you attach your name to an identity, you run the risk of enforcing the very stereotypes you are trying to debunk. But we won’t stop trying for fear of failure.
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