Post by **Liz** on Nov 4, 2008 21:28:36 GMT -7
"Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much..."
It is like when some one dies, and it's like they've never lived. Or, when someones lived, and it's like they've never died. Either way, they're forgotten. There are just way too many people in the world who want what they can't have, way too many people in the world who'd rather let themselves die, than live a luxuriousless life. Isn't that true? There are too many starving musicians- real musicians, who are being trumped by popular demand because we do not bring a sufficient amount, a handsome amount, to the community. I have, essentially, chosen a career that will test and demand and rigorously pry sleep from my begging eyes, and yet with nothing much in return but my own satisfaction.
I have chosen a life that is so mysterious, and so frightening to me, because pop culture does not teach about classical music, nor jazz. No, the big bucks are in cookie cutter songs, the kind the younger generations will adore because they have yet to hear the same things from other artists. So that's why I do not know what I'm doing. I have a taste, but a small grain of flavor, of what I'm doing. And even now it's a struggle to keep a float because no one likes the bands, not my kind anyway. They want face melting, gut rotting, ear busting decibels of guitar hero worthy rips, the kinds that make millions in seconds.
I have a career ahead of me that I know nothing about, and not for lack of trying either.
But, what do I do if music doesn't cut it? I know multiple amounts of starving musicians, as they're fondly referred to, and the only well off people are those lucky few who are protected by the government because in our society, it doesn't matter. Who will take time out of their days to go watch an orchestra that plays Bach and Beethoven or Vivaldi? No one really, unless you know the musician or are a musician yourself.
It's so sad, that no one really cares, and yet all care too much.
