Years ago when I was a music grad student I used to participate in several forums for sharing and discussing music. I regularly posted recordings of my work.

One morning I woke up to discover that some gentleman thought enough of me to invest what must have been considerable time and energy composing a several pages-long dissertation on how much he hated my music. I don’t remember the exact language, but I remember that it wasn’t particularly imaginative. Lots of references to garbage and shit I guess. I mean, if you’re going to put that much effort into lambasting someone, at least come up with a couple original metaphors. But apparently my music filled him with so much rage he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

In retrospect though, that music was, objectively, pretty bad. But I haven’t give up. I’m still out there making shitty music.