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We are self-indulged. And we’ve never truly known poverty or hunger or bitter cold. Much as we’d like to deny it, there isn’t much we can’t have right at our fingertips at any given point and with the right amount of money. And if we are forced to “wait,” we become quite impatient and angered at the situation. Believing we are self-made men and women, we have slowly drifted into a mindset that we really have no need for God. Why depend on someone when we believe we can do it alone? We are self-sufficient and have no desire for anyone telling us what to do or how to live our lives. Sadly, this quote by Aristotle rings true in the world of musicians. Therefore- a picture of a self-sick society…
Life was good there. And in this prosperous society, there was a sect of people. They were called musicians and they lived in their own separate world, believing no one understood them. They were continually busy with distraction, every form of media on which to plug themselves and their talents. Their pursuits and fever for fame flooded the bulk of their thinking, acting and discussion in the community. While those in the worlds of ancient Greece and Rome worshipped physical idols, the musicians had no need for these. The idols were rampant in their hearts- held up daily as they bowed mentally to them both day and night. They could have been faulted had it been completely their doing. Rather, they were products of their society to some extent. They were put on stages, high above the crowds. Looking down on others always helped one to feel loftier than the others below. The observers would scream and chant praises. Others would grab at their legs, longing for one touch. And still others would emulate their style and strive to meet them backstage.
It was innately human, though. Like all beings, they had a need for association and to become a part of something bigger than themselves. In the music industry, they had found something to fill the void. God had made them with this need for acceptance and to connect with something grander in scale. But this desperate need for association had become misdirected somewhere and was funneled toward a people, performance and things. The musicians were sadly warped in their thinking. They knew that the world did not revolve around them, but somehow, they had been led to believe that it did by a self-sick society.
Moral to the story:
As musicians, we must work to not become saturated with ourselves. What is continually in our thoughts? That is what we are serving. We often say daily that we are “pursuing” something. Our truest pursuit should be toward the ultimate Creator and then whatever goals we work toward are merely just honing our skills and talents in this and that area. It would take an immense pressure off of ourselves if we let go of the thoughts that we had to prove ourselves to the world, become well-liked by everyone (which is a total joke) and that success in music was only measured in terms of dollars or facebook fans.
No wonder musicians have such a warped view of themselves. We commoners treat them as gods. But what if we treated musicians and the actual process of making a living at music as less-dreamy and as something that required hard work just like an architect or a teacher or a dolphin trainer. If we put jobs on respectable, even playing fields and believed that everyone should use their talents to better the world at large, we might not see the arts as being so lofty. If we viewed it as a normal career path that one might pursue- and not some lottery, one-in-a-million chance to make you a big star- then society might begin to view musicians in a healthier light. My feeling is that as musicians, our business models should begin to include more service and a change of heart toward fans and a respectful kindness toward all we come in contact with. I’m not sure how start this change on a larger level, but I welcome ideas in the comment section below. Feel free to leave comments and thoughts!
Enjoy your Tuesday!