Saturday, January 12, 2019

A Starving Musician's Death March

What is the point of writing music?  I ask myself this lately but when I first began I never did.  In fact, there was no actual point.  Maybe in some far fetched way I wanted fame, fortune, sex, and power.  Maybe I wanted millions of dollars and fans, and respect from world leaders to bring about world peace.  Perhaps I wanted to do illegal things that only those in the power circles can truly get away with - such as cops whom aren't even celebrities but still have similar deniability.  When it really came down to it, I was just another sad loser, disabled since birth, with no friends, whom simply desired something to do with the same sixteen hours of awake hours that the rest of the cool world had.  As Schwarzenneger said, and so do many, we all have the same 24 hours, don't we?