On Jack White

When you get paid to play music you are fortunate to be getting paid for your art.  Art that some people like and other people hate.  Art that runs the gamut from Mozart to Justin Bieber (morning sickness is rough, buddy).  Art that has people hating particular songs, compositions, or styles, just because of the genre they fall (fail?) in. When you get paid for your art you are a professional artist.   A professional musician, I think, is a different thing. Regardless, people absolutely have a right to expect a certain level of propriety in the administration of your art.  I think that’s a dumb way that I just tried to say “concerts.”  When you are being paid by 6,000 people (Jack White) or 17,000 people (Billy Joe Armstrong) or 85,000 people (his Excellency, W. Axl Rose) you kind of need to act like these people are paying to see your best work.   So, Jack, if you check out after 55 minutes for 90 bucks a ticket, even if you only got 1/3 of that you made $180,000.  Be crazy, be daring, be individual.  But if you are taking money from people so you can play your songs, be professional.