I'm dealing with some rock star issues at the moment, and it's making my stomach hurt.
See, when you're a rock star you have to please several groups of people: rock star wannabes, your audience, your band, and the folks who hire you. All have different agendas and insecurities. But ultimately, to be able to dig down and send out joy, you have to be able to please yourself.
People were pretty damn pissed when Bob Dylan went electric. They scoffed when Sting picked up the lute.
I can't compare myself to those, but the last time I checked, the world didn't end when they tried out something new.
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