Financial benefits of marrying a musician

Romantic Metal explores Black Chasm Cave

My wife married a musician. Parents love to degrade musicians for their financial potential. I’m here to tell you that those parents are idiots.

A good musician is consistent. I practice every day, first thing in the morning. I wake up and immediately practice guitar since the morning is the best time to get started on anything.

That means whipping out the metronome and practicing over and over again. By the time you actually hear a song, my wife has heard it literally over a thousand times. I practice over and over again with a metronome even before practicing with a drummer and orchestra.

How does this translate to finances?

Simple. It translates to finances because good musicians understand that success takes time. Like I said, before you hear a song, my wife has heard it over a thousand times.

So I take this persistence and apply it towards our finances. Before I pay a single bill, I automatically deduct X from my paycheck so I can maximize my 401k (if I have a full time job) every year or my IRA (if I’m consulting). I pay my retirement first, always.

Then after paying my retirement, I make sure my cash supply is big enough. I make an additional auto payment to my savings accounts which I use for additional investments. Those additional investments include both stocks and real estate. I don’t get fancy because you’re supposed to invest in what you know. If you don’t understand it, it’s best not to invest in it.

Then I pay my bills. The money leftover, we spend. You’ll always encounter some financial douchebag who will tell you not to buy any coffee or alcohol outside of the house. I think those people are douchebags. Those are our mini-dates.

We go on mini-dates and we go on bigger dates, like a day trip to the coast or the redwoods. I don’t believe in hoarding money for the sake of money. What’s leftover, we donate to either some scientific purpose, some artistic purpose, or some educational purpose. Or to our local retarded citizens. For instance, the last two places we donated to were the SF Botanical Gardens and the local library.

Skipping practice days?

No. Except – since 2014, my wife said we have to start spending our money on seeing the world. She said that it’s stupid to have all this money and not be worldly. She’s right!

So I now practice 3+ hours a day, every day, 356 days a year.

“What? Not 365?”

Nope. Not any more. We take about 11 days a year to leave the country and I don’t bring my guitars. This year, we spent time in Colombia. Next year is the 11-day Mediterranean cruise.

Before 2014, it was 365 days a year. I think I’ve reached the level where I can get away with missing a few weeks of practice.

About the featured image

My wife has never been in a cave until this year. So of course, we had to fix that. This picture is from the Black Chasm Cave. If you live in California or Nevada, you should see this cave. It’s three stories deep.

About

Roman is an artist, composer, writer, and travel junkie.

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