Quick and to the pointless

Most musicians these days, in all their illustrious illusions of grandeur, will point a finger to the sky and shoot for the stars - only the land on the moon. Now, this isn't such a bad thing. Landing on the moon, mediocrity, whatever you want to call it, is an achievement in itself. But the irony comes when listening to the music. The artist, the self-proclaimed genius, sits guitar in hand, thinking of what brilliance flows through his cashed out veins and he contrives every dull note, mimicks every past idol, writes with his brain and not his heart, and in doing so becomes the entertainer and ceases to be the artist.

That's what we have in the industry today. A bunch of entertainers. But I've always been fond of the artist. Those who realize that you don't have to be an outcast to be an outcast. The people who just don't give a fuck when it comes to anything they do, and as a result, do everything the way they were born to do it, in the most unadulterated way possible. The kind that aren't afraid to push people away before they reel them in. Anyways, this will be my one and only half-hearted rant on the music industry, the rest is in the hands of the monstaah.