There's an old Kurt Russell film called "Soldier." In it, Kurt plays an stoic warrior, bred from birth to be an unaffectable killer. As badass as he was, he was replaced by a new genetically enhanced breed of soldiers hopped up on roids and meth. Kurt's kind was eventually killed and discarded on a trash planet.
This weekend I heard a professor speak about making today's standard difficult repertoire the new intermediate repertoire. And then he talked about how his young students are doing the kind of stuff I'm working on now. He calls it "pushing our craft forward." I feel so disillusioned right now. Disabused, dissappointed, disenthralled, disentranced, and shattered. Well not quite shattered, more cracked than shattered. I can't seem to shake this lingering thought: "How am I supposed to get a job if these people are going to be my competition?" I figure I have about 3 years to get the job I want before these kids will be ready for the job market. If it takes longer than that, I'm probably to have to find a new line of work.
