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Aug 28, 2011 19:30

I keep having this recurring consideration to ask my father to name 10 songs of mine. Just 10, out of 30 published and dozens more recorded, hundreds more written. I wonder if he could even name 5?

Always telling me to give up in his own way. Never trying to find ways to help, or even bother giving the help I ask and line out for him. This is not an exaggeration by the way.

I know what it's like to have people not care enough to do something to help progress my art. It's why I try to be proactive for my fellow artists that I really believe have something good to share with the world. I don't want them to feel as discouraged as I am.

I don't like QQ'ing, but I don't really bother chatting with people about it and it's an issue that makes me angry on a consistent enough basis that I want to share it with someone. What better way than indirectly over a blog?

teeny bopper angst, music

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