Hindsight may be 20-20 in matters of fact, but artistic judgment is another matter altogether. I never quite know whether I'll come to love or hate something I once created, but either way, I am pretty much guaranteed either to love it or hate it. On this matter there doesn't seem to be much middle ground...am I the only one here?
For instance, today I listened to every song I ever wrote and recorded (or at least, part of every song. I didn't last 10 seconds on the stuff from high school). In chronological order: hate, HATE, love, hate, hate, love, LOVE, love. Okay so apparently there is some wiggle room at the extremes, but the point is, there doesn't seem to be anything that I merely like (or dislike).
On the other hand, during the process of creation, I almost always seem to love what I'm making. I almost always think it is my new best work. But the moment it's finished, I invariably begin to have doubts. Then typically follows a period of indecision, when I'm not really sure how much I like it. After a while, though, this process apparently limits to either love or hate.
Sometimes I like things at the time but come to hate them in the long run. On the flip side, for a while I disliked that last "love," and only recently have I come to really appreciate it. But now I really do love it. I was reluctant to share it with people at the time, but now you can have it for the low, low price of asking for it! That is what's known as an asking price, my friends.
What? You don't feel like asking? Well in that case, I guess you can still have some different love for the even lower price of
clicking on a link.
However, let me be clear that I don't consider any of this stuff a "pinnacle" achievement. Writing and recording music is possibly the most complex thing I've ever tried to do! I used to put hobbies down when my improvements started to level off and I didn't get so much satisfaction per hour out of them anymore. But even though I haven't recorded anything in while, I think I was still learning and improving a lot with every new attempt. It was still really fun and exciting, and I always felt like I still had a long way to go, but that I would eventually make it. I stopped not because I got tired of the journey, but rather because my life started to get full of important school/work things, which makes me more than a little sad. I used to give things up because I got tired of them, but now I give things up because other important things have fought hard for the time, and won. The end of college was an incredibly fulfilling time, academically, but the opportunity cost was -- and continues to be -- dear. I suppose I have a love-hate relationship with school, too.
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