I find that with age, I better understand my motivations in life (and by extension, art). Reactions that would once have been inexplicable to me, I now comprehend.
There is nothing in life quite so sweet as clarity.
As I reflect upon my social media experience and “debrief” following my departure—especially from Twitter, a platform I enjoyed in spite of its ultimate ineffectiveness—I recall how sad it was to watch parts of the independent music community devolve into the playlist-pushing parade. Instead of artists discussing their work—providing insight into their artistic philosophy and life—timelines were devoted to this new method of promotion. Whilst I appreciate its value—and perhaps I avoid it at my peril—it became clear to me that it is destroying independent music from the inside, favouring quantity over quality.