Kids and Songs are the Worst
Super extended metaphor alert. Now that you’re warned: as a recent empty nester, I have found that your kids are really trying to let go and that you have to suppress the urge to really hang on.
This seems obvious, but it’s one of those things where until you experience it—the reality of it, the very stark reality of it—you can’t really know the issue, just like anything else, I guess, in the world that’s important. You gotta have the experience to know what the deal is.
So at the same time, I’ve been releasing a lot of music, making a lot of music, playing a lot of music, and doing a lot of DJ-ing. That’s all a lot of a lot.
And what I have found is this: releasing a child unto thine world is the same as releasing a song unto thine world in several ways. But the most interesting way: you as a parent really don’t get the best of your kid. The people out there get it. The world gets the A version.
My parents complained about this. I have not complained about it, but I’ve recognized it—that the person that the world knows is more the real your-kid now.
Not that I don’t know who my kids are, but I look forward to discovering many, many things about these kids through other people.
This is the same exact thing with a song. I have no earthly idea what a song is, who’s gonna like what, blah blah blah blah blah. I kinda know what’s good, but you gotta throw it out there and then wait for the feedback. What are people doing with this?
They’re so remarkably similar. I can’t tell you.
You kind of get to a spot where, OK, I’ve done the work, I’ve done what I can, and now I need to release this onto the world. Song or kid—very little difference.
It’s such a revelation, and I’ve never seen anyone talk about it.
Come on, world—this sh*t is important.