In the balance
Everything’s sitting in the balance at the moment. So many things on the scales could tip it in either direction. I am just going to let things tell me the way rather than making a decision just yet.
With tranquility, but with concentration, like watching a beautiful game unfold before my eyes. Once again, it is only time that will tell me. I am awaiting the rest of them to make their own decisions, which will guide my path. Obviously this affects little what I will do in reality, they are merely words which are imprinted and have a longer term impact, I have to make the decisions which affect me physically, but still it seems like they are the ones holding the key.
So many times, convincing others of worth, be that whichever value type affects you (monetary, metaphysical, spiritual etc.), is only dependent on words. Those words might be written or spoken, but in the end they are always delivered by you as a promise to deliver value. Again, what value you deserve to be given depends on how well you deliver the promise and not on what you actually deliver. Only a market seller actually demands a price for his fixed goods, but once that has fallen on the floor it is devalued, despite its constituent materials still being the same.
When do I start to say that my work has been sullied on the pavement? When do I ask for a fixed price? It is absurd to think that I could ask for a proportional price for my work based on the amount of hours I have put in (unless I was to sell it once and once only). As soon as I sell to more than one person the work has a value between nothing, when everyone owns it, and previously as nothing, when nobody owns it.
Finishing this album is like trying to tame a lion with a teaspoon, very easy when I have it under control and easier to abandon when I don’t. I guess I’m finding easier working methods but still finding limitations in technologies and still dreaming of a purer integration.
Tags: Concrete Moniker, Manchester, Quagliò, theredbox