Life is hard for musicians everywhere I bet.
I would think so.
If it is not inappropriate to inject a little levity into the sad situation here, I can relate a joke:
Saint Peter is at the gates of heaven, checking the credentials of those trying to get in. A man comes up. Saint Peter asks him, "And how much money did you make last year?"
They man hands over his documents and says nervously, "About $3,000,000 .... uh .."
Saint Peter says, "Hmmmm .... And what did you do in life?"
The man looks anxious and says, "I was a lawyer, but I always did a lot of pro bono work for charities and legal aid and was always active contributing to my community."
Saint Peter looks over the man's documents and does a database search on his name. He looks up and says, "OK. It all checks out you can go in."
The next in line man comes up. Saint Peter asks him, "And how much money did you make last year?"
The man replies nervously, "About $7,000,000 .... uh ."
Saint Peter says, "Hmmmm .... And what did you do in life?"
They man hands over his documents and says, "I was a doctor, a specialist, but I always did a lot of pro bono work in third world countries with Doctors Without Borders and contributed money, time and services to charity hospitals."
Saint Peter looks over the man's documents and does a database search on his name. He looks up and says, "OK. It all checks out you can go in."
The next in line man comes up. Saint Peter asks him, "And how much money did you make last year?"
The man smiles at St. Peter as he fumbles around looking for his documents. He can't find them.
Saint Peter asks him again, "And how much money did you make last year?"
The man shrugs his shoulders and says, "I don't really know. Maybe two or three thousand dollars."
Saint Peter smiles and says, "Cool. What instrument do you play?"