HandsomeDead said: You might be surprised to know i've never studied music or played an instruemtn so I couldn't care less about dynamics, melodic progression and all that good stuff. If I listen to it and I like it, I don't care why. The last two are, again, utterly subjective. Not every song has to be some heartfelt ballad and just because you don't know the purpose doesn't mean there isn't one.
This probably sounds far more insulting than it is, but you're not the be all and end all of music knowledge. You might remember that quote when you write a song, but I don't hear your stuff on the radio or selling out massive arenas and somehow, I doubt that in a year or two when you're 18/19, the same age as the boys and girl from Paramore, you'll be doing the same. I know that sounds like the 'You can't do it so you don't have a opinion' type of defence but when you're harping on about what music needs and you haven't sold a single record, you're coming across as amazingly egotistical."
I figured you never studied music. If you did, you'd have some more bite to your bark.
As far as the bulk of your second paragraph, let me say this: I don't care about selling CDs and T-Shirts. I don't care about living in a nice house. That doesn't drive me. What does drive me is the desire to make a terrific song. When I'm 19, I'll be in one of the best music programs in the country, playing with and learning from masters of the craft. I would never trade that experience for my name on a showbill. It may be inconcievable to some, but I love my work, or what I plan to be my work, and I'll do it for the most paltry of wages. If I ever became a big act, I'd sell my music on the cheap, and sell the shirts on the cheap as well. It doesn't make sense to me for someone to do otherwise, unless they're tring to save money to put their children through college. Making money doesn't make you a good musician, it makes you a successful musician. Successful musicians fill the niche. Good musicians create them. I aim to be a good musician, and throw the concept of success out the window. God forbid I sell out and become a pick monkey or roothumping sonovabitch like too many.
So, in short, I don't care if they sell albums. I don't care if they're the biggest band in the world. Their audience is composed of cliquers. I'd trade a stadium of cliquers whipping their boobs out for a respected musician telling me, "Mad chops, man," preferably in a large, deep black man voice. Ask Paramore, and get back to me. I'll tell you what they'd say whenever you want to hear it.
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