As a reformed musician, I've seen a lot of lazy slugs who only want to play music and, by diggity, they don't care what happens, that's all they're going to do. Most often, it usually ends up the picker finds some girl who digs him for his music and marries her. She works and often ends up carrying the bulk (or all) of the bill-paying load. They have a couple of kids and one day she finally wakes up and realizes what a life-sucking slug she's married to and she kicks him to the curb. Amazing what some guys will do in "chasing the dream".
Yesterday, I saw some FB posts from an old drummer friend of mine who has moved to Florida. This guy is in his early 50s, I believe he's always been single and has played for some fairly big-name artists. The guy's a monster musician but unfortunately, all he ever would do is bang on them drums all day. I've watched his FB for several years now and he's always in turmoil because he's always just sponged off others, living on their couches or wherever else they'd let him stay. Yesterday, he posted that he'd had all he could take and that he'd gotten a bottle of whiskey, was going to drink it all, then go for a swim in the rough seas/rip tides and "see what happens". Lots of concerned people chimed in all evening and someone finally got the cops to go intervene to stop his suicide. Saw a post this morning that he was "back at his apartment".
Now I'm concerned for my friend (not that close mind you) but the thought just hit me "Dude, if you'd just get a job you wouldn't have to live like this." I hope he somehow finds peace and comes to understand that he's got to become a productive person in order to prosper. Thanks for listening.
Yesterday, I saw some FB posts from an old drummer friend of mine who has moved to Florida. This guy is in his early 50s, I believe he's always been single and has played for some fairly big-name artists. The guy's a monster musician but unfortunately, all he ever would do is bang on them drums all day. I've watched his FB for several years now and he's always in turmoil because he's always just sponged off others, living on their couches or wherever else they'd let him stay. Yesterday, he posted that he'd had all he could take and that he'd gotten a bottle of whiskey, was going to drink it all, then go for a swim in the rough seas/rip tides and "see what happens". Lots of concerned people chimed in all evening and someone finally got the cops to go intervene to stop his suicide. Saw a post this morning that he was "back at his apartment".
Now I'm concerned for my friend (not that close mind you) but the thought just hit me "Dude, if you'd just get a job you wouldn't have to live like this." I hope he somehow finds peace and comes to understand that he's got to become a productive person in order to prosper. Thanks for listening.

