Tuesday, April 17, 2012
musing.
i once wondered what it would be like to be a singer.
glamorous.
one day though, i can't recall which, or when
in this instantaneous moment it struck me
if we got sick of listening to the same song on repeat,
imagine the hours an artist has to spend refining that song, polishing it up until the recording company deems it fit for their bucks to sell out to a world full of eager audiences and fans.
fans who propel you to success, and the same fans who would later demand live shows after live shows of the same variations of a singular song.
there simply wouldn't be the same spontaneity to the music anymore.
i am grateful for your creativity,and for your sacrifice.