Who really gives a flying f**k about all this music industry tripe? Rantheman, you don’t actually believe you are eliciting any sympathy with your rants, are you? So big record companies in Taiwan and elsewhere put out pap, and you can’t get a record deal, and we should get better music than all this shite they put out, blah blah blah…
Good music wills out. Eventually people will beat a path to your door if you make good music, and that will mean either that you become a multi-millionaire, or you make a living with modest tours through the midwest, or your bi-weekly hobby gig at the local pub draws a dedicated cache of locals and you get mentioned once in the entertainment section of the local newspaper.
Why do you want fame? If you get the fame by being good, then great. If you get the fame by simply trying to be famous then you have to be an airhead like the guys in Motley Crue or something, or else it will be so soul-crushingly empty that you won’t be able to bear it no matter how much cash you have. Why do you think thousands of B-list Hollywood actors spend half their lives on a psychiatrist’s couch having their sordid egos coddled in order to get through another week? Would it have something to do with the fact that in those quiet moments before they fall asleep their rare moments of introspection torment and taunt them with the uncomfortable truth that their incomes are premised upon a nice figure, the right dimple, and having sucked the right dick at the right time? Ah, you will snort, better to be rich and miserable than poor and miserable. But, I would retort, what about doing something you like and being comfortably middle class? Why do so many lottery winners commit suicide?
Which brings me to this–maybe not that many people like your music. Is that a possibility? So you play as a hobbyist. Is that so bad?