A full day of work, 9am to 9pm, transcribing the scores for the songs from Another Violet Night. Most of the scores, when free on my itch channel, have had zero downloads, and the work is physically and mentally hard, punishingly meticulous, yet for me, one of the jobs or life is accurate storage and preservation of information. Weeks, months, perhaps a full time year or more of my life has been (or will be) spent meticulously transcribing my music, for no reward or thanks from any soul, yet this is part of the job of music publishing. I can't call myself a self-publisher (song writer, recording artist, piano player, guitar player, singer, music producer, engineer, audio software developer, graphic designer) without this.
People neglect this job today. More music than ever is being made, but how much of it is transcribed or published as sheet music?
This takes me a few days per album, as does the artwork, yet this is part of the job of art. Perhaps my labour is as unrewarded as the work on the engraving plates made by William Blake in his day, perhaps as the work by a now forgotten print maker; but for the work to be remembered at all, it must exist.
A month is nearly at an end, and the album nearly complete. I must push that much harder to paint in July, August, September.
More transcription work tomorrow.
