Over the last couple of days I’ve been checking pitch listings sent out by different Nashville publishers and song pluggers, in their efforts to find that next hit song for a variety of recording artists that they intend on pitching to. This is an every week part of the process that is referred to as the music business. Big name artists, smaller label artists, indie artists, and/or the people that represent them are constantly casting the net out to the writing communities as they search for that “perfect” song to cut.
At this point in my writing career, I’ve pitched literally hundreds of times. A listing will come out, and I generally do at least some research on the artist in the listing. If I think I’ve got one that fits for what they might like, or be looking for, I send the song off in their direction. I do this every time with the understanding that the publisher or plugger is usually just the first of several levels of “inspection” my song receives before the artist ever hears it; if in fact the artist ever does hear it.
My hope for every song that I demo is that it would be cut. I’m an “equal opportunity” songwriter in that I pitch to small indie artists, big name artists, and every artist in between when opportunity presents itself. Now, getting back to the last couple of days of pitch listings…
Over the last couple of days I’ve pitched in the directions of Miranda Lambert and Little Big Town. I’ve got one that I pitched a while back to Darius Rucker, that as far as I know has not been “passed” on yet (that’s always good-next level kind of stuff). So here I am, little ol’ nobody songwriter, with the audacity to think that some of my songs might garner the attention of Miranda, or Little Big Town, or Darius; just who do I think I am? Then it occurs to me-Miranda, and Little Big Town, and Darius just haven’t heard my songs yet…
