The thread's 'about' a load of sentimentalised claptrap.

The world is a dark place in which a musician, in common with any other exploited purveyor of labour, has to fight for survival by selling the excellence of their product, or go under.

I'm missing nothing. I see a few people worth knowing and a whole load of bollocks. Just like anywhere else.

Sitting outside a tent at 3 a.m. singing Kumbaya or whatever doesn't improve either human relations or the business economy.