Open letter to Eddy Emerald

This is in answer to Eddy's comment on my last post.

In eleven years of study and presenting mediocre to awful works at the salon (sort of an "open mike" thing).
I've written one, count 'em, one piece that I consider to be the sort of thing I'm trying to write.
In the mean time, I get harassed by the sleazeball Seattle Symphony for giving them 1000 hours of volunteer work and about ten years of season ticket patronage at about a grand a year
I get discriminated against by a couple wimmen who probably ought to be using their energy at a shrink trying to find the source of their agony (hint..it's not me)
My religious beliefs tell me that the way to make the world better is to respect everyone to the best of my ability, to love everyone to the best of my ability.
I got this silly idea from listening to "Christians" when I was a kid.
It was, of course, a "Christian" with the same beliefs who screwed me.
This is the way the world works.
It ain't gonna get "better".
There is no respite.
There is no solution.
So I have no reason to believe that there will ever be anything but fraud, past, present, or future.
Or that "music" has any real value.