Oh! This is basically the Rent argument I have with people, isn't it?

I assume you mean the It's Romantic To Suffer For Your ART one, and not the Zombie Tiny Tim one? Because if it is, I was totally in the restroom for that part.

God DAMN, I wish it were Zombie Tiny Tim in Rent.

I'm trying to imagine a zombie singing in falsetto... and not succeeding.

Thanks all! The place is one of my top choices, but the location isn't convenient. Still, the people there are great so I'm very happy about it. I've notified my other top choices that I have an offer on the table so we'll see if anyone else makes a move. I don't figure anything will come of that, but I feel I should cover my bases. No matter what happens, it's all good since this was a top choice.

I don't have all the details yet, that will be tomorrow since the HR guy contacted me after hours. I don't anticipate any troubles, though.

Other things may slip by the wayside (like, oh, a social life and sleep, she says knowledgeably), but having a day job and exercising your creative passion can be done.

I'm not sure art *should* be created in a vacuum. Having a day job is at the very least one way to interact with the world, or at least some other people, and that's important (to me anyway).

It also seems really backwards to think that you shouldn't have to have any other responsibilities or any imposed discipline about schedules or whatever, when creating anything worthwhile actually takes a *huge* amount of discipline.

Gud, that is excellent!

Zombie Tiny Tim approves.

Bwah! We are making me laugh!

Hey, bitches, I followed my dream and gave it all up for my art, by way of learning about and regularly filing payroll taxes. So I've played music for a living for a decade. Take your art and shove it up your soundhole!

all I can think is, if that had happened to me younger, and the label was there, wow, I'd have grabbed on like a lifeboat.

Yeah, I TOTALLY get that.

And you're one of my A-Number-One examples of ditching it all, while living a life of greater connectedness and responsibility.

Oh my god did Rent make me eyerolly, loved the music and left the theater grumbling about those snotnosed abnoxious irresponsible tools.

They all ran plan b at some point to get to where they are.

But not everybody does. I don't know why anybody's upset to hear iconoclastic advice from Amanda Palmer. The list of artists who've gone homeless to achieve their success includes people like Michael J. Fox, Tom Waits, Kurt Cobain, Harry Partch (composer) and on and on. Faulkner fucked off on his post office job to write masterpieces, and Nathanel West was a hotel manager who let writers stay there for free.

Frankly, I believe Plan B is often inimical to creative work.