I watched Contact last night, a wicked movie about contacting an alien race. It’s really about Science vs. Faith or more accurately it’s about the underlying psychological motives for pursuing something with intent.
Jodi Foster plays the main role of a woman who grew up with an aptitude for sciences and math. She has an odd fascination with making radio calls to random locations on the planet which leads her to wanting to communicate with aliens.
To fast-forward, she goes through a series of obstacles and emotional dramas in pursuit of her dream. All the while, you ask why someone can be so motivated to communicate with an alien race and go through all that shit. A quest for meaning, something to fill the void, something to prove, etc.
It got me to thinking of why musicians who want to actually do it for real, stick to it, instead of getting day jobs or doing something else. How often will you play shows to nobody, get stranded in some random town when your van breaks down, or go into debt to keep that dream alive? Why aren’t you happy enough to just play music for fun on the side?
Why do you want to do it for real?
What’s driving you?
If you have music in your heart, there’s no real choice.
I’ve abandoned music in my past for school, working up the ladder, and landing a nice, comfy corporate desk job with benefits, 401k, and vacation.
No matter. The music bug is there. If you’ve given up on it, it eats away at you. If you’re not on the path of passion, your soul dies a day at a time.