reply to post by whaaa
Understand what you mean, Whaaa. There was a time when I thrilled to the challenge of "selling" a musical idea, getting it produced, recording it,
and the elusive rush of the wash of praise of 'my people.' For me, it didn't last, and it was also an illusion of worth. I don't think
that's true of most musicians, but it was true for me.
These days I write music that matters to me. I truly don't give a damn if it matters or speaks to anyone else. Well............. that's not
really true. I'd be pleased if it spoke to someone else, but in this backdrop of techno-ized music that is prevalent where I live, I don't see it
happening. Is that a reflection on the quality of my music? Probably........ but it makes me happy to ROCK!!! Plus, as an added bonus, it tends to
chase the wild chickens away from our house. They, being garden snipers, are unwelcome, and I'm not going to contemplate eating them until a time
when they are truly needed.
I know a man who worked all his life to build a bar, restaurant and store. He added another store, and is very successful. There was a time a few
years ago where I would tend to his businesses when he and his wife were gone. It was a hell of a lot of work -- a 24-hour endeavor. I hated it.
He would like to pass the torch to his children, exept that they aren't interested -- they know it's a lot of work.
I'm no stranger to work, but I have to enjoy it for it to have meaning. This man, about once a month he takes his old plank catboat out on the
ocean and he spends the day fishing. Bottom fishing, which means he mostly sits in one place, just looking at the sea and waiting. I think it's
the only time he's truly happy.
I never, ever want to be like that. He has a fortune, and it's a great weight to him, and little solace.
I said to him, "Buss, let's you and I go out to Pickle Bank and pull us in some dolphin [fish] and kingfish." He said, "maaan....... I can't
spare the time. I have to clear the barge on Thursday and Friday, stock the stores on Saturday and Sunday, stock the bar and restaurant and deal
with the money and there's just no time."
I think he was about to cry, and I wouldn't want him to see me seeing him do that. I'd be fine with it, but it'd kill him for somebody to see
This may not be the best life, and I'm not sure such a thing exists that can be applied to everyone. It's the best life for me. There will be
plenty of time to sleep when I'm dead.