Questionable opinions. Self-expression through movements. Utopia banished. All musicians are now living for glory and money
In my diary, it's today that I must die. The music-business is everywhere when music killed me. I didn't want to halt the passage of time
when music killed me. I was lost. All my life I played music and now, music became a consumer product. When music killed me It didn't give me pleasure anylonger.