You Don’t Apply for the Bass Job

I was reading something about music last night, as I couldn't sleep. No idea why. Generally, writing about music is poop emoji-- kills the vibe altogether. But the question that keeps coming back into my mind is: why, why, why make new music? Why keep going? Why the burning desire? Is it ego? Is it stupidity? Is it refusal to dig through the huge, never-ending, infinite pot of music that's already been made? And while I still don't have an answer for this, I think in large part, as a composer, the act of creation is the thing. Making something that was not something before is a pretty incredible feat to me. It's like faces. How are there still so many different faces? Like when you see someone that you haven't seen before. Maybe they remind you of somebody, but you know you haven't seen a face exactly like that. And there are billions. I don't know how it's possible. I don't know the geometrics of it. So as a composer, you can have your reasons. Like, hey, I'm gonna release this. Hey,…