No less an authority on having his ass kissed than Pablo Picasso, on the subject of an artist working purely for love of creation, without any need for feedback or praise from anyone who might experience the work:  a false idea.  

But don’t take it from him.  Imagine hitting a baseball further than you ever have before, admiring the arc of the ball, trotting around the bases trying to suppress a smile.  The crowd is large, among them many people you know (your ‘cheering section’) but they are talking among themselves, when you scan the crowd they’re not even looking at the field, most staring at electronic devices, nobody has any reaction to your clout.  Does it diminish the hit?  Not at all.  Diminish the moment?  Completely, transformed from  a great high to a significant bummer.   “Let them show me their latest poem,” you think grimly as you step on home plate, “I’ll show them how it feels”.

But once in a while you not only connect solidly with the pitch, but you get a spontaneous shout of appreciation.  Here’s one, moments after sending a couple of demo tracks trying to convince an ailing musician friend to buy a small, cheap USB keyboard:

Haha love it-  amazon.com here I come!

Started new chemo yesterday, 3 days in a row has me sleeping in fits and starts… Back to sleep with those mimgus like bass lines swimming through my head, you made my day
(night) thnks for sending

meefs

That’s what I’m talkin’ about.