Music provides me with unadulterated joy, and uses me as a conduit for providing joy to others. Music has no other purpose. It is, at once, my raison d'être and also the overarching bane of my existence. It will not allow me to banish it from my intellectual and emotional state of being.
To write a song that is as bad as, and as good as, "Louie, Louie."
I would allow dogs to rule the cosmos, and EVERYONE knows why.
"Fountain of Sorrow" by Jackson Browne.
Jeff Beck - Aretha Franklin - The musicians who performed the music for the cartoons of the 1940's and the 1950's
In 55 years, I have never been able to define it, despite massive efforts to do so.
Just to enjoy it. Any distinct message that I would espouse would be found within a particular song. I don't adhere to any overall philosophy.
Ecstatic and embarrassed at the same time.
The reality is chaotic. The one aspect that begs to be recognized is that musicians have no choice. We don't really "choose" to be musicians; there simply is no other way that we can be. That means that we are both blessed and doomed - blessed with the gift, and doomed to follow that path.
I want to work there. Clear enough?
Where do I start? Lack of respect for what we do, unless we're successful. Egocentric and unreliable musicians. Poor, sporadic income. Industry dishonesty. My horrific vocals. And, most of all, my dog is a lousy drummer, but I can't fire him. It would break his heart.
Of course! I support local venues with my patronage and I offer advice and emotional reinforcement to developing musicians. I attend local open mics. I only buy from local music stores unless there is no other option. And I NEVER force anyone to hear me sing, which would be devastating to the entire musical population.
Perseverence - Patience - Organizational skills - The unmitigated gall to self-promote!
Dakota - The Chieftans (for younger people) - Hamlet and the Farm Fish