On coveting money. And all its permutations as images of success, being a successful musician, all the ways you do to get money. I’m writing about this because its been hitting me hard how something like playing the cello can be charged money. I’ll explain: the physical laws that you must abide by to play the cello well have always been here and are timeless. The effort you place as your decision to face your instrument is priceless. Therefore the sound you produce from something like a cello, is priceless in that money cannot force a person to produce good sound out of the cello: physical reality is the master, and money is the slave. And to squander all of this effort to play the cello nicely for only money seems backward to me all of a sudden. What happened to enjoyment with the instrument? The people that were forced to give you a working instrument under the money ‘principle’ call it. And this cello has been given much intense study and the practicalities of how to make an instrument is not respected, because what is respected the most? Money. Not the priceless effort all hands went into the instrument and playing it. I mean no wonder the classical world of music has fallen into ruin, everyone’s chasing money and not enjoying the process. And then there’s always the shady teachers and luthiers that try to sell snake oil. The lazy teachers and luthiers that don’t bother to investigate their craft. And the lazy students.
And I would dare to covet money spiting all labour, mine included, that went into the cello. Goes to show how easy it is to be ignorant and believe one to be skilled. And the desire for money – not money itself – is poisonous in that I actually hear my greed in the sound I make. It’s a distinct sound, one that I have no apetite of harbouring. It’s a pain how money pervades all of existence and it’s not being accounted for the harm it produces as greedy motherfuckers. Where is the common sense seeing that for example, the money factor is stifling music education for children because all just want the grade and not that which will stay with their children for a lifetime. But maybe I’m asking too much from the mothers.