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It’s not easy to make records as a truly independent and: you have to scrape up money for studio time and mastering time, not to mention quite possibly pay people to to record and master your album. And that’s on top of your day jobs, partners, family, friends, and a host of other distractions and complexities that life throws at you.
From that angle, it’s amazing that anybody records and releases any records at all, especially as you get older and that youthful drive to conquer and change the world with your music settles into a more mature realization that the world really doesn’t give a shit about your art. Which is fine, because the reason that you still do your music (or, say, your writing) and put it out is because you still give a shit about it, so fuck the world.