Your Music Sucks. Make It Anyway
I ran into an old musician friend and he said, “What’s up, man? You still making that weird ass music?” I paused and said, “You know…that really hurts my feelings.” We both stared at each other for a moment and then went into a fit of laughter. I’ve been making “weird music” since I was in grade school. I create whatever I feel like now musically for the same reason I did as a kid; it makes me feel better. Better than what, you ask? Sad, bored, depressed, anxiety, blah blah blah. Some people smoke a joint, but I just write weird music. If only 20 people worldwide like my music that’s fine. I’m not signed to a deal at the moment and don’t have a record company stressing me to make “something more palatable for the masses”. In the beginning, I just played my original experimental music for myself and maybe I would torture the odd girlfriend and my ex wife. My ex wife would say, “Why do you keep making that horrible music? Why don’t you write some music th
