Hobbiest from Music People by robcrooks

I didn’t recall ever hearing the song “Soap for Happy Hands” before. I was less of a song, a diary entry, maybe, a semi-rant, a bore. Halfway through the narrative, he described meeting a woman. I guess according to her, the accuser, this is the abused one. In his account she asked him some shit about his passion besides making music, and he replied with naked rudeness, hatred oozing. Scoffing, “nothing, if there was something we wouldn’t be talking. When you’re a musician other passions are a useless distraction.” That’s why it’s not just a hobby to him, like someone who takes twenty years to make four shitty albums, he said. I felt oddly defensive. He left his childhood home in Ohio for California, I stayed in Manitoba, one day finding myself being questioned by some incurious reporter who kept on insisting because I had a job he considers my music just a hobby. I didn’t want to let it, but it got to me. Creating commodities comes before writing songs to sing. And both take precedence over confronting your inherited misogyny. It’s clear to see. They call it a conspiracy.

• Folk Rap
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• indie rap
• post-punk
• post-rap
• Winnipeg