the value of slog

Every duty reaches some point where you're slogging along. The otherwise glamorous and carefree life of a musician reaches that point, and often: along around 5 am, when you've been working all night on a stubborn mix, or practicing a passage that's hard to get under the hand, or driving back from Austin or Waco trying to keep your eyes open.

All work includes slog, and at our best we recognize its value and submit to discipline: it's how Cristina Aguilera pulls off those miraculous high notes, and how Baryshnikov can appear to fly across the stage. All that freedom comes from plugging away.