The way we define and value art is probably killing us all slowly.
I think musicians get to play all day in heaven; after-all they’ve probably spent every second of their earthly lives justifying their passions to a cold and calculating world that weighs a person in dollars and cents.
That’s a barren, dry, thoughtless way of looking at economics (people) without ever pausing to consider the intangible.
For just once imagine living in a world without any music, without any art, without any stories, without any entertainment?
Yet somehow because we cannot easily measure the value of these things, people want to say crazy, unhelpful stuff like… “get a real job.”
As if adding color to a drab world or lightening up a soul with a soft tune isn’t good enough work on its own?