At some point during my forty-fifth listen to It's My Life Whatever I Wanna Do I really started connecting with Vennu's quest for identity, and was curious as to why he would suddenly disqualify it all; especially after listing all his three-syllable credentials! I really want to ask him about it, but per Vennu's request, I'll leave him and his tiny, seemingly involuntary air guitar-ing alone.
Yes, he does get paid for his talents. And by "talents" I'm referring to the pain killing, brain eating, and smartly cheating. It's just the music thing that's taking a while.