ALWAYS THE BRIDESMAID...


Reading article after article about the slow death of recorded music and the printed word, as magazines fold up daily and movies are continually pirated, I've realized that no one wants to pay for art, in any capacity.

As someone hoping, perhaps naively, to scrape together some kind of meager earnings in that field, it is both frustrating, and heartbreaking.

If you're good at sports- paycheck. Good at science? Paycheck. Good at business? Paycheck.

But (with only a very few exceptions) if you do anything of a creative sort- writing, painting, drawing, singing, playing an instrument, acting, etc- you are mostly fucked for any kind of living.

So what does that say? Everybody will tell you how important these things are for enhancing their daily lives. But anymore they're apt to run home and illegally download the new album from their favorite band that supposedly had "such an impact" on them. It sucks.

I don't know what the solution is, but as someone who's not much good at much of anything other than writing inane blurbage and scrawling simplistic black and white pictures, I certainly hope there is one...