Last night I cut a baseline in a studio that I felt was really great. I almost thought about bragging about it, in fact I totally did to a couple close friends! However, I started thinking about how that bass line was the result of listening to lots of other bass players and that, whether it is good or not, I only had a little hand in its creation. Also, on top of that, I have had friends, teachers, mentors, and parents, that have in some way shaped how I played, whether directly or in allowing me to learn my craft. Not only that, but every musician on any record has a similar story of people that helped them to learn what they do. You get four, five, six, ten people on an album, plus those doing the technical work, and all of sudden you have links to hundreds if not thousands of other people. How many records did they listen to? Who taught them? Who paid for their first lesson? If they were writing lyrics did they read a lot of different writers, who in turn have their own groups of people?
In America we like to tell ourselves that we pull ourselves up by our own bootstraps. But doing something completely by yourself isn’t really possible. We love the individual, and certainly some people are more unique than others, but the individual never accomplishes anything completely on their own. The most you can hope to do is to combine things in a way that others have not done, and that is original enough for me, but to do something that has no ties to any other person is something that only exists in myth.
I also was thinking how we devalue music in our current cultural atmosphere. Some people scoff at paying for songs. But think about it, really think about it, and you will realize that it takes a staggering amount of hours and people to give birth to even the simplest of songs. The same can be true of any art form.
I also reflected again on the ending of Mad Men. (Spoiler alert) A friend talked to me about the end of Mad Men, where Don Draper’s whole journey led him to create a Coke commercial. His view was that one way to interpret it was that nothing created comes out of a vacuum. In another way, and I would be one that can see it this way, this is a sad ending as a man’s life long struggle ended up as nothing more than a piece of advertising. However, at the same time it is a great way to view anything that has been created. Nothing comes from out of nowhere.