I know a great musician who never plays for anyone. I know a great writer who won’t even write a blog. And, I know a talented actor who sits and waits for someone to choose her.
Don’t we all know someone who fits a version of this story?
These days I find myself referring to myself as an “artist” (when asked) instead of a musician. It’s an automatic response, and I think it comes from a place of knowing when it’s art and when it’s not.
You can spend decades perfecting the perfect song, and you can play it only for yourself in solitude to your hearts content but, It won’t be art until you play it for someone.
This was the original version of “Lift” before it became what it become on “FuturePlaneta,” more like the sketch.