This sentence can no longer be appropriate for independent music.
A group of strange people, forming a strange band, the lead singer is a 24-hour hooded guy named Frank. The first two keyboard players, one wanted to commit suicide, and the other succeeded.
The protagonist of the movie is an obscure working dog in the cubicle who has always dreamed of writing some kind of music, but just like constipation, it is only a bit ugly.
He was invited into the band. He has no musical talent, but he came up with a real-world hype packaging method to make this band famous.
As a result, they, who became famous on the Internet, fell apart under the malicious onlookers of the real society.
Frank, whose hood was broken, was actually a dull middle-aged man with mental problems, and he finally returned to his band.
The protagonist consciously rolled back to his own world.
For those who create independently, they live in their own world, looking at the world of most people, and they have fantasized that they can be accepted through what the world can recognize. There is a word called commercialization.
How many things that are independently created have seen the light of day, and how many have been left to fend for themselves under the madness.
So, is it for this reason, most artists are successfully packaged and operated by businessmen after their death.
So, it's hard to say that creativity is a gift. Creativity requires focus, focus on taking your talents to the extreme, and in the end, you become abnormal. . . God gives you points and takes points away.
What would you be willing to trade for creativity?
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