yeah that's a nice talent you've got there, but have you thought about how it could be exploited by capital?
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A good busker in the right place at the right time of day though.
any dope can make money. let me see you play Frantic Disembowelment
profit from every single piece of your existence
you might be able to use it as a weapon and mug some rich asshole with it
or maybe bring the case into a bank and pretend you’re like desparado and the guitar case is actually full of guns
My desire to make money off my music killed my passion for it so completely that I stopped listening to music entirely. It was my life and my first love. I made a living and was generally considered good at it by my peers and clients. I ended up giving up a prominent spot in the local music scene because I was just so burnt out on grinding every day.
I’m just starting to get back into writing after a decade off. I’ll probably never teach again. My chops are so atrophied that I feel disabled. Like I can hear things in my head and I know how to play them. I can feel how it would feel in my fingers to play them. But my fingers feel like they’re moving through sludge. I used to literally sleep with my guitar and play while I ate. It was like an extension of my body that I’m now so divorced from.