Here you are, an artist playing for people who listen sometimes, but sometimes not, and even then may not know what they are hearing. You may imagine this is Carnegie Hall, a place you've wanted to be or perhaps have been, where you may think you should be now. But it is a place more famous for its steaks than its music.
Had you known it would be like this, would you have been other than a musician? If you could have seen it coming, would you have turned aside? I may be wrong, but I doubt you would. I don't believe you could have. Music, like other things of value, is not directed. Instead it leads, or drives. It has a force, a life of its own, and you are part of it, creating it as it creates you. Even though it may have to wear bell-bottomed pants and a vest, rather than the white tie and tails it may deserve, it is what you are. It is you even though it must be an act rather than a performance. Without it there would be what?
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