// Photo by Gourmet Adventures (http://gourmetadventures.net/) Throughout my time dabbling in the media world, I’ve learnt that getting the chance to “work with a famous director” or perform with “established stars at a huge event” is just poppycock for “you’re not going to get paid”. Young and inexperienced, it’s rare to see budding artists forgo such an opportunity that will seemingly kickstart their careers. It’s a double-edged sword practicing your craft in a small, trifling city like Singapore. The music communities are mostly inclusive and welcoming, the close-knit atmosphere a gratifying breeding ground for jam sessions and collaborations, peer reviews and dandy networking. The congenial rivalries propagate a rise in music quality, the friendships a climacteric element for support and encouragement. The tour of an underwhelming paradise stops right there though, as the bleak, cruel, and bleak reality of music in Singapore painfully sinks in. For a city clearly punching way above her weight, the art scene has generally been disregarded as an, to put it eloquently, awful career path, if there’s even a path in …