Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Every time I look at those poor blighters on American Idol who are trying to make music for a living, I'm thankful that I'm just a writer.
As a writer, I only have to try to look good once or twice a year: for a promotional headshot and perhaps at a writers' conference. I am expected to look dowdy and absent-minded, and perhaps to practice poor personal hygiene. ;-) On the occasions when I do manage to make something of my appearance, I'm a major overachiever.
Musicians, conversely, are expected to be cool and good-looking and to dress on the cutting edge of fashion. The poor guys and gals who just love music and want to practice their art have to deal with the constant threat of cosmetic underachievement, unless they happen to look like Shania Twain.
I wouldn't want that kind of pressure.