Getting paid, even meager sums - like the sweet sixteen bash that netted me $30, are winning scenarios. How can you think otherwise? I realize I put in a lifetime of practice, some of it very hard - indeed, but to compare this with any other pedestrian vocation is ludicrous.
If you do what you love, no matter...you are rewarded, you shine. It is just icing on the cake to make "real" money.
In the last four months I must have played...thirty or more gigs. I'd guess more than twenty were in trade of kind - I played and got fed in return. Maybe eight or nine have been paying gigs, and of those maybe two were well paying. Real money.
I don't play to get wealthy, I play because I love to do so.
I get exhausted now. I play in rehearsals or gigs two or three times a week. Work follows on many of those days.
And yet I am not struggling, I am thriving.
The enrichment of my soul is priceless. Another sure sign is growth. I have learned to play in altogether new and different ways. Hendrix in the early days had a very pure tone. Later he found effects and his tonal palette grew.
I need to go legit. This cannot be legal. Nor can it be considered labor...maybe a labor of love.
I realize there are other vocations that bring as much joy to others.
I just don't speak that language.
2 comments:
This keeps getting better.
Much love from Jersey!
<3 - back at ya.
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