No matter how good a music career you have, there are very few situations where it will end well. Either they find your lifeless, heroin-filled corpse in a Motel 5.9, or you live long enough to be parodied by Weird Al. Neither situation sounds very appealing.
You can always retire early or do something else, but no one has that kind of sense. If you wind up playing the accordion for tips in a park in Peterhof you should consider yourself lucky, because the alternatives are death or being in the Rolling Stones.
Even when the rest of the band has gone on to better things, you’ll be left with memories of all the good times you had. Back when the only good parties were bloc parties.
(Many thanks to Charles Schneider for sending this one along)