So Much

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here’s so much. Too much. Everywhere. All over the place.

I’m starting to understand the problem. I’m beginning to understand what the internet’s democratization did. It opened the doors to everyone. That’s not a bad thing. Everyone deserves a chance. It clogged up all of the artistic pathways to the the people wanting to listen to, see, or watch anything that’s even vaguely artistic.

This isn’t what you expect. It’s not a rant. It’s just an observation.

I was working my way through my Instagram feed when I stumbled upon a video that was interesting so I went to the video portion of IG. Oh, there were the usual things. Kittens, puppies, and people doing stupid things.

But, in between.

There were a lot of musicians. Good musicians who were playing their instruments in their bedrooms. I was watching guitar players. Those folks could really play. So could the drummers and keyboard players. That started me thinking.

Professional musicians have a hard time making enough money to exist. They make no money from their recordings unless they get very, very lucky. They earn a little from selling their merchandise. The real money comes from touring if they are lucky.

What about the young people playing their instruments at home. Maybe some of them, will breakout if they are lucky. Most will do something else. And, that’s too bad. They have something to contribute to the world. Something good.

Because… music is magic.

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he picture. It’s magic too. There are three layers of trees, making a forest. There’s tinkering and smoothing going on. There’s a little glow added. And viola!

Magic.