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> You’re losing at life. You are a bad person, your post history merely mirrors the fact. You’re losing at life. If you called me an idiot in the real world, I’d probably slap the taste out of your mouth. You’re losing at life. You have no friends and no love. You’re losing, you don’t see that – your concern is being right, to the degree that you don’t care about anyone else’s truth.
You’re spoiling what should be very happy years, wasting them in solitude because you’re inconceivably self-centered and rude to strangers. In addition, you won’t even consider alternative approaches. Who would want to be friends with that?
I ask myself sometimes, why are guitar players so arrogant sometimes? Others ask me this very same question, in studio or when I refuse to have one on my team for a live performance. I have no answer other than they overestimate their importance, they can’t handle harmonic structures that don’t fit into the list of modes and scales they’ve seemingly all been brought up on.
There’s an assumption there, within a certain breed of guitarist – it’s an assumption that audiences still think it’s 1968 with regard to their own importance.They fashion themselves to be unique, vital and ‘doing it right’, while others are undisciplined and unable to see the structure.
I respond very poorly to people who address me as a “Fucking Idiot” in our first encounter. In person, especially. You are in desperate need of humanity. Soul. Comportment. As things are now? You’d be better suited to 4Chan. You attitude would fit right in.
You are blind, and you are a bad musician. You refuse to prove otherwise by posting your music. Is it any wonder you can’t see, what with your head THAT FAR up your own ass? Of course you’re alone. You are a drag to be around.
I’m Blocking you now, you are a walking cancer. You annoy me, you’re doomed to mediocrity and a life careful observance of rules you needn’t follow. When you’ve transcended the role of a skilled laborer, evolved beyond some breed of human/hybrid atrocity of player piano and deep rooted bitterness, Hell will have frozen over. You are a shell of a man in this regard.