I sometimes think about how simple, yet really difficult it would be to explain to someone a hundred years ago what I do for a living. Easy answer; I’m a musician, and I play piano and sing. Hard answer would get me locked in a mental institution. “I sit alone in a basement, tapping on a thing which mimics a piano, surrounded by little glowing books, while singing at a black box where I imagine people from all over the country are enjoying the show.” My show on Facebook tonight was odd because people were getting kicked off for making too many comments. Which again, would be really difficult to explain to someone in 1920.
