bunnerabb
December 4th, 2006, 04:08 PM
A little rant from my live journal:
Career Day
So.. you got your nifty degree and entered into the job market that it prepared you for and now you have a nice car and a mortgage and are thinking about squeezing out some puppies in between vacations the the EU and those delicious, old time get-togethers with former classmates?
Well.. you sad pedestrian fuck.
YOU could have had a career in the music industry!
Let me just give you a glimmer of what you missed out on by not pursuing a career as a musician or recording artist!
Spending 3 hours poring over a stack of CD/Rs looking for one... fucking... 2 second long... snare drum sample.
Hard drive crashes that can eat 4 months work.
Carrying heavy objects in and out of bars to entertain people who use your music as wallpaper to chase ass to.
Dining with Mafiosi club owners.
Mixing the same 3:40 of audio for 7 hours straight until you could be listening to a drain unclog and have no idea of the difference.
Looking at kids just coming out of the garage, their eyes full of hope and their hearts full of dreams... schlepping their amps into their mom's mini-vans and shouting "DON'T DO IT! STOP! GET A REAL JOB!" and then laughing and laaaughing.
Eating lots of leftover cold Chinese food.
Sleeping in vans.
Waking up and saying "What state is this?"
An almost guaranteed lack of those pesky, romantic relationships.
Meeting girls who spend more on condoms than you ever will.
Spending your rent money on copyright paperwork.
Well, I bet you're not so smug now with your framed little degree and your 1 B/R shitbox apartment you bought, hah?
So, just rest assured that as you wend your way through your drab little lives, from one bowling night to the theatre to the obligatory "couple of beers with dinner" Fridays with the gals on staff that we; the few, the proud, the poor bastards who beat our brains out to make the music you steal on LimeWire - will will be working round the clock to keep the cultural standards of American Music second to none.
Please shoot me, now.
Wait.. buy my fucking record, then shoot me.
Career Day
So.. you got your nifty degree and entered into the job market that it prepared you for and now you have a nice car and a mortgage and are thinking about squeezing out some puppies in between vacations the the EU and those delicious, old time get-togethers with former classmates?
Well.. you sad pedestrian fuck.
YOU could have had a career in the music industry!
Let me just give you a glimmer of what you missed out on by not pursuing a career as a musician or recording artist!
Spending 3 hours poring over a stack of CD/Rs looking for one... fucking... 2 second long... snare drum sample.
Hard drive crashes that can eat 4 months work.
Carrying heavy objects in and out of bars to entertain people who use your music as wallpaper to chase ass to.
Dining with Mafiosi club owners.
Mixing the same 3:40 of audio for 7 hours straight until you could be listening to a drain unclog and have no idea of the difference.
Looking at kids just coming out of the garage, their eyes full of hope and their hearts full of dreams... schlepping their amps into their mom's mini-vans and shouting "DON'T DO IT! STOP! GET A REAL JOB!" and then laughing and laaaughing.
Eating lots of leftover cold Chinese food.
Sleeping in vans.
Waking up and saying "What state is this?"
An almost guaranteed lack of those pesky, romantic relationships.
Meeting girls who spend more on condoms than you ever will.
Spending your rent money on copyright paperwork.
Well, I bet you're not so smug now with your framed little degree and your 1 B/R shitbox apartment you bought, hah?
So, just rest assured that as you wend your way through your drab little lives, from one bowling night to the theatre to the obligatory "couple of beers with dinner" Fridays with the gals on staff that we; the few, the proud, the poor bastards who beat our brains out to make the music you steal on LimeWire - will will be working round the clock to keep the cultural standards of American Music second to none.
Please shoot me, now.
Wait.. buy my fucking record, then shoot me.