Reminds me of a funny story I heard Tom Petty once tell. Apparently, he had a buddy with a POS car with a crappy stereo, and Tom insisted that all his records had to be mixed and mastered not so that they sound great on the studio's million dollar equipment but in his friend's car.

No one has ever wanted to work. One of humanity's oldest stories is about two freeloaders getting unhappily kicked out of paradise and forced to start getting their food "by the sweat of [their] brow."

And since no one has ever wanted to work... you have to pay them to do it!