Okay seriously. . . and this might make me seem old, which I’m not. But what the hell happened? I’ve been a professional musician all my life. I couldn’t make money if I was unable to play my instrument at a high-level and compose and produce at a high-level. I’m able to do those things because I practiced and worked and worked and practiced and worked and practiced some more. I got good. People recognized the quality of my work. You know, due to the practice and all. But what the hell? It went from “Man you got a great chops! Love that solo you played!” to. . . (Valley girl voice here please) “Oh my God! That TikTok post was Cray Cray!! I love the filters you used and that benign music you downloaded from the Cloud was super amazing!”
Seriously? I know, I know. Gotta roll with the changes. Great REO song btw, you should Google them. So. . . I’m rollin’ with the changes. There’s actually some great music out there written and produced by the next generation. You just have to look for it. You’re probably not gonna find it on Spotify with Discover Weekly or Release Radar. In 2020, because everybody can technically do everything, there’s a lot of weak shit out there. I’m just saying. . . just cause you CAN do it. . . doesn’t mean you SHOULD do it. Okay, that’s it. I got to go practice.