JAMES:

So did you always want to be a rock star?

ME:

Yeah.  But what’s the point of being famous or egotistically thinking you’re leaving an important legacy when the reality is, you can only possibly be grand for a short moment?  At most you and your talents are a flash in the pan. After your short life, though you may have had thousands or even millions of fans, your fans will too soon forget, die, or just move on.

Even those people of great talent or achievement are largely forgotten soon after they die, remembered only by relatively very few, and later relegated to at most a book or more likely a short blurb or footnote in largely unread publications.  Even the greatest musicians and inventors in history are mostly obscure in the future.

As much as we’d really want people in the future to know that “I was here” they won’t really give a shit.  Even if a song of yours still got played in the future, no one would really know who you were.  You and your talents are like pleasures that are only good for the moment.  So what’s the fucking point?

JAMES:

Hmmm…maybe just to have some fun while we’re alive?

ME:

Huh…never really considered that.