you know, it does occasionally make me sad when people that i’ve known or haven’t known feel compelled to say nasty things about me. i’ve read letters, emails, articles, etc, where people have said awful, horrible things about me and i sometimes wonder what it’s based upon. it’s upsetting when complete strangers have such negative opinions about me, but even more upsetting when i realize that some of this slander comes from people whom i’ve known in the past. one thing that has actually amused me has been when people have accused me of being ‘money grubbing.’ if i’m such a money grubber then why do i live in the same house that i’ve lived in for years? why do i have the same stereo? why do i buy my clothes at second hand shops? why do i buy my knudsen’s spritzers when they’re on sale? oh well.
i guess it’s hard for people to imagine that i’m not necessarily driven by a love of money, but rather by the desire to have people listen to the music that i love and work hard on. and perhaps its unwise and distasteful to respond to slander. perhaps i should just take the ‘water off of a ducks back’ approach to criticism. or perhaps i should just go psycho and find all of these slanderous motherfuckers and bury them up to their necks in sand and have donkeys pee on them. yup, that sounds like the most fun. my friends often tell me that such vitriolic slander is usually the product of resentment, jealousy, and anonymity. and i’m sure i’ve been guilty of slander in the past. in fact, i know that i have. but it still hurts at times, especially when it comes from people whom i like or who’s work i enjoy.
and one thing that i’ve always been amused by is when musicians who are signed to major labels accuse other musicians of ‘selling out’. isn’t it hard enough to get through life and work hard and make art or music without some hypocritical windbag accusing you of selling out?
maybe we should work harder on improving ourselves and addressing our own faults rather than being so obsessed with the supposed faults of others. oh well.
time to go and get the donkey to drink some more donkey diuretics.
moby