We live in funny times.
The Artist writes his best song for seven years, suffers mental breakdowns, heartbreaks, crazy life situations, misunderstandings, self-doubt, rehabs, and other things that people might encounter in 7 long years. The song is finally ready. He records it. It takes a week. He releases it. Nobody buys it.
In the meantime, The Kid makes a beat on his iPhone; it takes him 3 minutes. He drops it. Someone buys it for $50, to rap about „bitches” over the mindless loop. The Kid buys more chewing gum.
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We live in funny times.
The Virtuoso studies his whole life in Music Schools and Academies. He graduates, is selected for a virtuoso contest. He loses the contest, winning which was the point of his whole life. But, he never gives up and runs in another. And another. And another. 10 years later he never wins. So, he commits suicide.
The Kid has manual skills, so he bangs on his drums, The Kid’s parents have lots of money, so they train their little monkey to develop better manual skills, and record a video. They upload it to YouTube. A „child prodigy” is born. The parents are proud.
We live in funny times.
The Artist can barely pay his bills because he devotes his entire life to Art. His teeth are already missing because he can’t afford the dentist. The dentist? You must be joking – he can barely afford cornflakes. He couldn’t eat them anyway, not with his beautiful missing teeth. Nobody buys his paintings – the system has declared him insane – so he has to buy medicine for a sickness he doesn’t have – he’s sick only because a healthy individual in a sick society is always sick. That’s how it goes.
The Kid „paints” in his application, and sells his designs to various gadget producers. They print his „work” on their stuff, and he makes a living out of it. He buys more chewing gum.
We live in funny times.
But luckily, I don’t have to live in those times. I’ve long built a Time Continuum Machine, that is now finally working. I set the controls to Munich, 1968. I bid you adieu.
In the meantime, decide if you’re an Artist or just a lucky Kid.
If you’re just a Kid, stop polluting the world of Artists with your Bullshit. And buy more chewing gum, for Christ’s sake.
Adam Majdecki-Janicki
Adam Majdecki-Janicki. Poznań, Poland. Cosmic organic Lo-Fi music from the planet 93-105, and other sonic curiosities. Since 2002. Artist photo by Yu Andriichuk.
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