A simple track with two instruments.
Each week I marvel at the fact that there is indeed a song I managed to finish. Despite a week of struggling to find ideas.
I know quite a lot of people around me who dabble in music, to varying degrees. I talk about WeeklyBeats, and there is an immediate distance.
I am elevated. Wow, you are so good. Stupid things like that. Deification is reification. Stop. I am your friend. I struggle with stuff, but talking about them would now be turned into a humble brag. I enjoy making music but how can I talk about the process when the output occupies so much in the conversation?
And they are diminished. Why can't you try? Why can't you fail? You said you can let go of perfection yet this is daunting? Some of these people are MUCH more skilled than I am. And that is not even a requirement. Just sing silly things into a microphone for a minute and you are good to go. I want to hear your heart. Please.
Can I call myself a musician simply because I commit to making music?
Why do I feel estranged?
There is something special with WeeklyBeats, and it should not be. I am discovering it as I type. You know how everything happens instantly these days? Quick checkout, scrolling, immediate answers with LLM, whole seasons of a show at once, Amazon everything store, social networks all friends at your fingertips, etc. Less friction. Things now. Following a manga as it is drawn/published is a different process, something that, I feel, used to be somewhat more frequent. You have to wait one, two or more weeks in between chapters, living with the characters. Well WB is the opposite of that. Or something one level "higher". You live with it. Everyone on a strange ship for a year-long trip. It has qualities that people may need in their lives yet can fear.
Ah, je sais pas trop où je vais avec tout ça. Puissiez-vous passer une excellente semaine. Vous méritez tout l'amour du monde. C'était Nuée. Fin du rant sans queue ni tête, je vais me faire à manger.
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