Let’s get something straight, you fucking posers. I’m not some goddamn weekend warrior; I’m in this for the long haul. I actually give a shit about the future of this band and, frankly, I’m tired of you cowards holding me back.
If I have to keep renting an apartment with three other dudes to make ends meet, FINE! I think that’s a small price to pay to guarantee the success of our band. What good is a corporate job with great health insurance if I’m creatively dead inside?
You’re OK telling some cooze “till death do us part,” but whatever happened to “the show must go on?” I know we’ve been playing the same shitty dive bars for 10 years, but all the great bands had to pay their dues and I’m not gonna cut and run on my dream just to go pump some stupid babies into some stupid woman who wants to spend the rest of her stupid life loving me forever. My first love is and always will be music. I thought you all could say the same.
Yeah, maybe it’d be nice to be invited over for couples only dinner parties every month, but how am I supposed to work on my sick riffs if I’m busy talking about Game Of Thrones over mimosas at Sunday brunch with the rest of my band and their wives and this hypothetical woman who loves and supports me and wants to spend the rest of her life with me? Sure, it’d be cool to have date nights and inside jokes and wake up next to someone who loved me every morning, but that’s not even gonna come close to that moment when we finally get signed and go on tour!
I know what I want, and I wanna rock!
But if your wife’s sister isn’t seeing anyone, maybe ask her what her deal is?
Never give up on your dreams in your new Hard Times shirt!
Article by Dustin Meadows @dustinmeadows