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Time is Finite.
You don't get it back.
Time is messing with me a bit in this new venture. Before, there were designated Work times and designated Play times. Now, it's more of a constant hustle, and every moment is for sale, if the price is right.
I'm o.k. with that. But it doesn't jive with most people. I know you are available and interested in hanging out on Friday night. I am available and interested in hanging out on a Thursday morning at 10a.m. Where does that leave us?
People don't expect lawyers or bakers to work for free. People expect musicians to work for free.
How do I filter these people out without simultaneously inheriting the cold, arrogant air of the Professional Musician?
I'm sure your song is great. I absolutely cannot afford to rehearse three times and spend two days recording it. Rowley Light Department will not accept your song as currency to pay my electric bill.
It sucks that volunteering my time is the equivalent of picking my own pocket. It's nothing against you, or your stupid song. I promise. It doesn't feel good to say No.
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