Im a “musician”. I’ve been doing it for a long time and more to the point of this blog, I’ve been writing music for a long time. But Ill let you in on a little secret. I cant read music, I cant write music and I cant tell you where notes are on a guitar. However, that’s never stopped me from writing songs. I’ve worked out my own horribly complicated and arcane means of remembering what I write. Where as most people I know would write “E B C#” or some such nonsense, I write down something more like “1/3/8 2/6/4 1/6/2″. My friends have repeatedly asked me don’t just learn this shit. “Its easy”. That very well may be but Im doing fine just like this. And besides, Im a stubborn son of a bitch.
On the subject of demo CD’s.
Now, I’m not trying to say that my band is better than anyone else’s. I’ve shoved demo CD’s into hands which I’m sure took a trip to the nearest garbage can. But, that’s my point, sometimes making and handing out demo CD’s of your band would be just as effective as throwing money directly into the garbage. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t do it. I still do. Just be aware of what’s really going on. As I have seen your demo CD thrown from the windows of moving vehicles. I have seen their cases used to roll joints. I have seen them grow mold under piles of sweaty show shirts in corners of tour vans. I shit you not I have seen your demo CD in a microwave. I have seen them broken, defiled, battered, and belittled. And for all these things I’ve seen I’ve rarely seen them get played. Maybe it shouldn’t be this way. But….It is.
It would seem that we live in world that is unbearably difficult and unwieldy. If this were not the case then surely we wouldn’t need all the wonderfully time saving stupid little inventions we CANT live without. Here’s the deal, your stupid little fucking bank card is a joke. Is buying a 2 dollar and seventy-five cent comic with a card convenient? No, but you know what is? Fucking cash! Try it. When I know that Im going to buy something I get myself some real money. Its stunningly fucking easy. No waiting for a some godhead computer out in Fairfax to tell me my allowed to buy a pack of gum. No signing slips of paper in triplicate. You know what else isn’t convenient? Text messaging. Now I don’t own a cell phone but if I did and if I did in fact start getting text messages from people I know I would call them and ask them what the FUCK they’re doing. Write me a letter or give me a call. Make up your fucking mind! You are not saving time while your hunched over a LCD mashing buttons til you can convey with a nauseating E-short hand what you could have send in seconds with your fucking mouth.
Am I really this angry?
