Imperfect Day
I don’t want to waste a lot of time on this.
At some point in the future, the whole, true story will come out.
That’s how it works in the Internet age. A story breaks online and then the crowd susses out the truth.
Meanwhile, the mainstream media sits on its hands, frustrated with a 24 hour news cycle.
Used to be the only news that happened was that which was reported in the newspaper and on TV. We now know there’s a lot more news than that. Tons more. And that people are interested in all kinds of info, like the story behind this kerfuffle.
Meanwhile, at this point TMZ has credibility. They were first with Michael Jackson’s demise and continued to be first. To the point where they were more trustworthy than the mainstream press. Kind of like the "National Enquirer" and John Edwards and his illegitimate baby with Rielle Hunter.
BUT THE POINT REMAINS THE SAME!
You’ve got to do what’s right for you emotionally. Money isn’t everything.
Does your wife ask for a check before you have intercourse?
Do you get paid when you give a compliment?
Everything does not come down to money. And no one knows this more than the man on the street, who is not famous and may not have any money.
But he’s got power. Elections in the last decade have been decided by a few hundred votes. Yes, every vote does count. You do matter. You’ve got a voice. Complain about a product online and the company either hops to it and fixes it or risks its reputation.
Rock stars used to live in their own rarefied air. Making their own choices. This rendered enough money for them to be able to destroy hotel rooms and pay for it. To break the rules and survive. That’s why we admired them, that’s why we all wanted to be them. We wanted to make it on our own wits and do whatever we wanted, adored in the process.
But isn’t it funny that just as music became commoditized, in the eighties, that’s when greed started triumphing in society? Bankers could make more money than musicians. So the musicians started imitating bankers, making it all about the cash.
There’s no soul on Wall Street. Financiers die and are forgotten. Like record executives.
But a great record lives forever.
And if you made that great record, and you continue to make it about the music, you can work to an adoring audience until your body calls it quits.
The media wants to quantify everything. How much money did you make… But the music game isn’t about numbers, it’s about emotions. Never forget this.
