Passion Play

I read an interesting post on a local blog written by some of Minnesota's best professional chefs this past week, in which baker Solveig Tofte (of the justly famous Turtle Bread Co. in southwest Minneapolis) inveighed against people whose supposed "passion" for something (food, for instance) is belied by their lack of willingness to actually put in the work necessary to make a career of it...

"Passionate people tend have a romantic idea about what it means to be a baker, and we all know how long romance lasts. So these guys work for a week or two, and then I get to work at midnight and they’re in their car crying because nothing is as they thought it would be... Or they take all day making one baguette, cut it open to analyze the crumb structure and want accolades for doing such a great job."

I imagine that Tofte's post struck some readers as cynical and mean-spirited - after all, isn't passion exactly what's supposed to drive creative types? Don't we want our chefs (and actors, and musicians, and athletes) to be passionate about their work? Why would you try to discourage people with passion from making the object of their enthusiasm their life's work?

The world is full of people who are absolutely, devotedly passionate about everything from baseball to Beethoven, which is why people are willing to shell out their hard-earned money to watch Joe Mauer hit or the Minnesota Orchestra play a symphony. Those of us who perform for a living, whether on a stage, on a field, or in a kitchen, quite simply wouldn't have careers were it not for the existence of such people, and none of us should ever lose sight of that fact for a moment.

But on balance, I tend to agree with Tofte's sentiment. When I look back at the people I went to music school with, and I assess which of us were the most vocally passionate about music, I can't deny that those tended to be the people who didn't end up making it in the professional music world, at least as performers. Like Tofte's wannabe bakers, they romanticized the idea of playing music for a living to such an extent that either a) they were unable to objectively assess whether they themselves were good enough to make it in a very tough business, or b) they found the mind-numbing drudgery of daily practice and the complicated politics that permeate the musical workplace antithetical to their notion of what the life of a musician should be. Disillusionment is the enemy of the passionate, because it robs them of of any sense that what they're doing with their life is worthwhile.

Meanwhile, those of us who took a more pragmatic view of our chosen career path (it's a very cool job, yes, but it's still a job, and you can't expect it to be great fun every single day) have tended to weather the storm better. Call it cynicism if you like, but the reality is that it is not in my job description to love the music I play. My job is to play the music that's put before me (most of which I have no hand in selecting) in such a way that it will cause the audience to love it.

Much of the time, of course, I do love the music I play, but would anyone find it acceptable for me to turn in a bored-sounding performance of a piece I happen to think is overrated or that I've played ten times before? Of course not. In other words, the job of an entertainer is not so much to be passionate as to inspire passion in others. And it's an important distinction, if a somewhat touchy subject...