A couple musicians in my band freaked out when a critic called Yiddishe Cup’s CD “schizophrenic.” The reviewer, who said a ton of nice stuff, said we were schizophrenic because we attempted so many different styles.
That’s all the band members could think about: we’re schizos!
You need the skin of a rhino to be a performer.
Everybody has an opinion in the arts. If you don’t have one, here are a couple:
The best way to knee-cap a jazz group: “They don’t swing.”
A blues band: “No soul.”
A klezmer band: “Dorks in vests.”