devil Coach Fletcher wants to be a legend, why not become Buddy Rich by himself or Charlie Parker, but still cymbals on others? This is not for jazz, not for art, but for "my band, my reputation".
It is his own business whether a person pushes himself to break through the limit, whether to become an outstanding, one of the great. No one can use "for your good" as an excuse to manipulate other people's emotions and bring harm to other people's minds and bodies for the sake of jazz, for art, for academics, for the future of mankind, for your potential.
Behind this violent temper is Fletcher's limited life for the rest of his life, but has not become an outstanding musician, has not cultivated outstanding students, this kind of helpless realistic fear and curse.
Don't let celebrity biographies fool you. Those stories, whether they are genius, hard work, or luck, are not reality. How can people succeed? Is talent important, hard work, or luck? It’s all important, your agent, your record company, your advertiser, your publisher, your investor, the auction house and collector of your works are of course more important, because they determine whether you sound enough Success can make everyone pay.
Drummer Andrew wanted the affirmation of his tutor Fletcher, and wanted his father to be proud of him, and the subtleties of jazz drums and the music itself had already become irrelevant in his gritted teeth and blood.
Ordinary people don’t need to work hard in their lives and don’t spend time communicating with their parents? Don't spend time managing the relationship with friends? Don't bother to get along with your boyfriend and girlfriend? Do not exercise to lose weight and gain muscle? Do not make jokes. Do you think you can't die at the age of 35 to become a legend, remembered by the world, you can only live to 90?
In fact, both are quite difficult. Most people spend their entire lives in the middle of nowhere. There are no great achievements, but also countless annoying mistakes, a stroke of remorse and regret and a little warmth.
I am not calm when facing a big cow. I try my best to please the performance in order to get his attention and affirmation. I lose my soul because I am not appreciated. I look down on myself and curse my stupidity and laziness. Similar experiences may be shared by many people. have. I don't want to think about excellence or ordinaryness. These are in the comments of others and are beyond my control. I just hope to be able to focus on the present, to gain a little understanding of my favorite career, and not to forget the joy and satisfaction it initially brought me. When I die, everyone who knew me also died, so there is no difference between my life and my life.
This is my feeling.
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