Let's just say you've been playing geeeeeeetar or another instrument for 10 years or so, doing what you want to do, playing, recording, and even performing your own music to your 14 devout fans. Some record exec comes up to you "come in here boy come and have a cigar" and asks you to play some processed bullshit for a couple of hours and they'll pay you 3 times your last year's salary just fer feelin' friendly, and by the way we're putting it on wax. Six months later you have an album released of said material, gain millions of adoring fans (hopefully more than half with large bra sizes... in the gay way), and all of a sudden you're on the top of the world because of some bullshit you spewed out while probably stoned for some skinny tie wearing motherfucker.
Then afterwards you go and hang out with your 3 friends on this earth and drink cheap beer for a few days in a row, laughing at all the suckers that just paid you mad cash do pork out something you wouldn't even subject your dead goldfish to.
Integrity? Fuck integrity. Let the suckers dole out their cash at will while you sit and laugh at them. Fuck me, I'd do it. I know who my real friends are, and I also know who would know what kind of scheme I'd be pulling.
By the way, I'm listening to Darkthrone - Transylvanian Hunger right now, for the umpteenth time, but this is the first time I've actually enjoyed it.
NAD's drunk rant for 2004, transmission complete. See you in the funny pages.
AFTERWORD: My point is anyone who takes the time to sign a recording contract is doing just as I said. If music is created ONLY to create music, no record contracts, shows, or even fucking demos would be bothered with. If music is solely for your self-fulfillment, you would make one copy of a tape and never let anyone hear it except for maybe yer mum so she could be proud of ye.
Then afterwards you go and hang out with your 3 friends on this earth and drink cheap beer for a few days in a row, laughing at all the suckers that just paid you mad cash do pork out something you wouldn't even subject your dead goldfish to.
Integrity? Fuck integrity. Let the suckers dole out their cash at will while you sit and laugh at them. Fuck me, I'd do it. I know who my real friends are, and I also know who would know what kind of scheme I'd be pulling.
By the way, I'm listening to Darkthrone - Transylvanian Hunger right now, for the umpteenth time, but this is the first time I've actually enjoyed it.
NAD's drunk rant for 2004, transmission complete. See you in the funny pages.
AFTERWORD: My point is anyone who takes the time to sign a recording contract is doing just as I said. If music is created ONLY to create music, no record contracts, shows, or even fucking demos would be bothered with. If music is solely for your self-fulfillment, you would make one copy of a tape and never let anyone hear it except for maybe yer mum so she could be proud of ye.