Fame is baller. It’s perfectly possible to be of famous renown and not be a jerk, and making music is just one way to get famous. If you’re picking up a guitar in hopes of becoming famous and awe inspiring, I would not tell you you couldn’t do it. It’s counter intuitive to squash that kind of initiative. What I would tell you is this; don’t quit your day job.
At this point in my life, I’m not one-hundred percent about anything. One of those being whether or not this hobby of mine can ever pay for itself. Fame and success are near synonymous in my eyes, and if I had to define success in this context, it would be making money from a hobby. Especially when it’s a hobby that costs money to start in the first place.
Back on the topic of fame; it’s kind of tricky if you ask me. When someone or something becomes famous, there will almost always be mixed reviews. For instance, I heard the Black Keys live at a festival before they were half as heard-of rockstars they are now. Same thing happened to me with Skrillex. I hadn’t heard of either of them before I saw them and when they hit it big I had no choice but to utter the iconic hipster-esque, “I heard them before they were cool…”
Society has proved there is almost a completely separate business to being famous; reporting what happens in the lives of famous people simply because they are famous. Once again, there are lovers and haters. When I try and see it for what it is, I guess all I have to say about fame is don’t knock it ’til you try it.