October 25th, 2006

Erstwhile Concept Art

And you say "who?" and they say, you know

Posit: musicians smash instruments because they're hungry. Think about it. You know how you set the thing to make the food and it takes, say, five minutes, and you come back and it's all, "two minutes to go!" and you're like, "but I want it now!" and you totally wanna smash up the thing but you can't because then you wouldn't have food?

Musicians enter concerts with the incorrect assumption that their instruments are going to feed them. This is because most musicians start out on the streets (or at least the good ones do) and they take the money out of their guitar cases and reinvest it in the nearest grocery stand or hot dog cart. One song, one cabbage. One set, one jumbo frank with can of soda. Immediacy of work-reward ratio is secure.

But when they step up to the next level, all playing songs on a stage for an audience and such, the process becomes lengthier and more difficult. Now they find themselves playing multiple sets, perhaps even encores, with no instantaneous compensation. Sure, they'll hold out for a few sets on the knowledge that they can go buy a whole steak and turkey dinner afterwards, but music isn't about thinking on the future (or at least good music isn't.) It's about livin' in the moment. So they get hungry and can't get their fix, and then they realize that the instrument they're holding in their hands isn't a food-making appliance. And as such, it has no use to them; it can be damaged, mutilated, or even destroyed.

That's my theory and I'm sticking to it. The Who were in a constant state of malnourishment. Jimi Hendrix just didn't have the cash to pay Woodstock's exorbiant refreshment stand prices. That's all it was. Plus he was high and had the munchies.

(Ten minutes, 300 words, 30 words a minute. 50,000 divided by 30 equals 1667 minutes - one day, three hours, and forty-seven minutes. And I'm worried about this November writing thing why?)