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One of the best things about being an adult is that if you find yourself wanting ice cream for dinner, you can have it. Yeah, you'll be working it off for the next week, but you can have it. AND I DID. (yum)
In other news, I have been reading stuff *voraciously*, to the point where I'll click a link and can't always remember whether or not I've read it.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bandom_recs, I loooooove you. And you know, I keep thinking about these groups and how in most good stories I end up envying whomever winds up together at the end -- not just because they're together and I'm single, but also because they're *professional musicians* and they're doing what they love and making good money from it and, you know, having a damn good time (uh, mostly). And I have to remind myself every once in a while that I made a choice not to go to grad school for voice, not to make music my profession. It's easy to look at successful groups and get envious of them, but for most of them (I think Panic is the outlier here -- not that they didn't work for it, but they got signed and on a pretty big tour almost right out of the gate, IIRC), getting where they got took a fuck of a lot of work, lots of sleeping in vans and playing for audiences that were probably super-tiny at the beginning, and that's all stuff I'm just not willing to do. I like knowing where my next paycheck is coming from, having health insurance, having a bed and a shower and clean clothes every day. And while the whole "touring in vans" thing doesn't really apply in classical music, if I really tried I could probably get cast as a bit part in a national tour of some musical and there would be similarities. But it's a choice I made. And remembering that only a very small percentage of artists actually achieve the success of the groups we read and write about is something that I don't know if we are very good at -- I know I'm not.
So congrats, boys and girls, for making it where you have. I'll never be there, but it's fun to read about what we think might be going through your heads while you're at the top.
(as a tangential addendum: why the FUCK do I have rehearsal in the middle of nowhere on my BIRTHDAY?! this is NOT ON, world. grr.)
In other news, I have been reading stuff *voraciously*, to the point where I'll click a link and can't always remember whether or not I've read it.
bandom_recs, I loooooove you. And you know, I keep thinking about these groups and how in most good stories I end up envying whomever winds up together at the end -- not just because they're together and I'm single, but also because they're *professional musicians* and they're doing what they love and making good money from it and, you know, having a damn good time (uh, mostly). And I have to remind myself every once in a while that I made a choice not to go to grad school for voice, not to make music my profession. It's easy to look at successful groups and get envious of them, but for most of them (I think Panic is the outlier here -- not that they didn't work for it, but they got signed and on a pretty big tour almost right out of the gate, IIRC), getting where they got took a fuck of a lot of work, lots of sleeping in vans and playing for audiences that were probably super-tiny at the beginning, and that's all stuff I'm just not willing to do. I like knowing where my next paycheck is coming from, having health insurance, having a bed and a shower and clean clothes every day. And while the whole "touring in vans" thing doesn't really apply in classical music, if I really tried I could probably get cast as a bit part in a national tour of some musical and there would be similarities. But it's a choice I made. And remembering that only a very small percentage of artists actually achieve the success of the groups we read and write about is something that I don't know if we are very good at -- I know I'm not. So congrats, boys and girls, for making it where you have. I'll never be there, but it's fun to read about what we think might be going through your heads while you're at the top.
(as a tangential addendum: why the FUCK do I have rehearsal in the middle of nowhere on my BIRTHDAY?! this is NOT ON, world. grr.)
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