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roswell-newton-vargas:

Instruments are so expensive. I should get them for free for being annoying.

“You just let me take this home, no questions asked, and I won’t play it in your garden at three in the morning, okay? Decline my generous offer, however, and I will make your life a living hell.”

Eight-hundred dollars for a new keytar? No, thank you. I should just be allowed to have it, I think. I don’t have to justify myself to you.

Obviously, I’m partially joking, but like… The fact that instruments are so obscenely inaccessible is a big problem for me.

The amount of friends I had in high school who dropped orchestra or band because they couldn’t afford to rent their instruments anymore? Gross!

The amount of kids who give up on music because their cheap ass instruments sound like shit and they think it’s a lack of talent? Gross!

I’m privileged enough to have people in my life with money who have given me accordions and cellos and keytars to dick around on, but like.

You can pry my ukuleles and melodicas and stylophones and venovas and shitty, ancient, duct-taped-together Casios from my cold, dead hands. “Oh, they’re quirky funnyman instruments.” Fuck you. They’re cheap, fun, and easy to learn.

A kid learning “All Star” on a fuckin’ thumb piano or whatever is still a kid getting into music. If that teenage girl wants to pluck out Twenty-One Pilot’s entire discography on her First Act ukulele from Walmart, that’s wonderful. I can play the Tetris theme on this $40 children’s accordion, and I fully intend to make that everyone else’s problem.

And you’re an elitist dickbag who under no circumstances cares about music if you think that doesn’t rule.