I read this William Leith piece on Sunday, with Max sitting next to me. It’s about being a single parent.
At first I thought, how lucky I am to have my son sitting next to me whilst I read this. As I read more those thoughts of luck turned to sadness.
It’s not often I allow myself to feel sad about being a single dad. I can’t. Parents are constantly told to put the childs feelings first in everything they do. So, I do. Most of the time, when my son is not around, I walk round my family house, the house full of his stuff, and try to ignore the stuff that is so important to Max. His bedroom is like a void in my house, sometimes used as a laundry room, mostly avoided. Because when he is not here this house is just my house, I am not a single parent, I’m just me. Me is good, but it’s kinda missing something a lot of the time.
It’s likely to be more of a stream of consciousness than considered intelligent writing - and it’s for me more than anyone else. Thought I’d share it anyhow.
“I didn’t get into this to build a big company as fast as I could no matter what the cost, I got into this to make something simple and beautiful for people who love music, and I plan to continue doing that.
That mess we call the music industry strikes again at the whole reason they bloody exist - to get music to people who love music. Oh, that’s me being naive of course - they are a business, they are shifting units, they used to make loads of money from manafacturing, and now they are desperately working out how to continue being an ‘industry’ thats needed or more to the point, wanted.
If you do anything creative, this is a sad story, but hopefully it will have a happy ending.
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