WE’RE GOING WRONG
I once heard of Ernest Hemingway saying that a writer may write about anything he chooses, but if he is only insincere once, he will never be quite, the same again. He was speaking in regard to the literary field, but I would like to think of it as analogous to music.
I once heard of Ernest Hemingway saying that a writer may write about anything he chooses, but if he is only insincere once, he will never be quite, the same again. He was speaking in regard to the literary field, but I would like to think of it as analogous to music. A musician may compose and play anything he likes, but if he is at anytime insincere, he too will never be the same again.
Have you ever wondered what could possibly drive musicians or anyone in the arts to dope, booze, or a seemingly dreadful existence? Why, here is this person, according to the stereotype, making money as fast as he can (there’s so much money in music), able to do or afford anything he desires just for a few albums and weekend concerts. If you think it’s like that, you and others are to blame for his demise.
