I grew up when people seemed actually to be hurting themselves for their art. Of course, some of it was phony.
I've never had Internet access. Actually, I have looked at things on other people's computers as a bystander. A few times in my life I've opened email accounts, twice actually, but it's something I don't want in my life right now.
My parents signed me up for classical guitar lessons, which made for two years of the most depressing Wednesday evenings.

