God
Creator of the Universe
ill o.g.
OK, I've changed the names of some cats in this convo, but if you wanna get a glimpse into how the fuck some cats in the industry think, here's a good example. Funny too.
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I check my BB - I don't have an appointment until 2 with some shithead. So I tell my assistants that we're going on a field trip (one of 'em is new, have to break him in.) My main assistant who runs my fucking life is a female, she knows me like she probably shouldn't.
"Field trip to check out a band" means lunch at my favorite strip club. Time to break the new cat in. I PIN a couple other homies on their BBs and they're down. I take my asses (assts.) and have my female ass drive us to the strip club.
My homies are there at a table, some come later, whatever. One already provided money for social lubrication with the strippers. So they danced around our dumbasses as we sat down for the following convo:
JIM (A&R idiot): WTF am I going to do (God)... we need something like a Katy Perry - fucking hit. She's 6 weeks at the fucking top of the billboard. I need that shit so we don't write off...
DICK (Rep): Get a fucking song about making out with girls? Girl on girl shit? That's already done, dude, we need something else.
EGOHOMIE (A&R): Something to push the envelope. We need to get Max (Martin) to do some shit like that.
ALLIE (hot rep): What, like you'll call the Matrix in and say: "I need a lesbian coke-snorting song" and it better be catchy. Or you'll die!
My FEMALE ASST.: Guys, really - order.
(voice of reason)
EGOHOMIE (whispers in my ear): Why did you bring your assistants.
ME: I'm hands on (real name). These kids will be running this shit.
EGOHOMIE: Shit. You're still a fucking kid, you just (he goes on to berate me.)
ME: Cute. Now what the fuck are you going to do with your (a bad monetary situation)? You're bleeding money, motherfucker.
Stripper sticks tits in my face. Puts her hand on my cock.
ME: Not yet, hun. I can't eat with a hard on.
ALLIE: Well, we need to have a fucking song that will shock the shit out of people.
DICK: Like what? A fucking song about dudes fucking dudes in the ass.
EGOHOMIE: That's gay.
ME: Dude, you're actually gay - like - you know that.
EGOHOMIE: Right, and I can say it.
ME: How about a song about smoking weed. That shit always works.
ALLIE: Nah. It doesn't hit (my artists') demo.
ME: Always thinking about yourself.
Then we started drinking tequila and DICK bought ALLIE a lap dance. I then bought my new assistant a lap dance and my female assistant declined, but did touch the tits of the stripper to feel her "fake boob."
Then it dawned on me.
THIS is the fucking problem. This LIFESTYLE is the fucking problem. The world is CHANGING and we're still acting like it's 2000.
Can't do that. I told my asst. to remind me that I do not want to go to strip clubs for lunch. We were going to get shit to be MORE profitable. We were going to kick MORE ass.
Found a promising MySpace act forwarded to me by her (bless her heart.) I love it - they have a thousand plays, they don't even know I'm looking at them.
THIS is what the internet is about. THIS is what new music is about. FUCK THE OLD system.
But I will still use my expense account (which is an old system way of doing things.)
Whew. Back at it...
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I check my BB - I don't have an appointment until 2 with some shithead. So I tell my assistants that we're going on a field trip (one of 'em is new, have to break him in.) My main assistant who runs my fucking life is a female, she knows me like she probably shouldn't.
"Field trip to check out a band" means lunch at my favorite strip club. Time to break the new cat in. I PIN a couple other homies on their BBs and they're down. I take my asses (assts.) and have my female ass drive us to the strip club.
My homies are there at a table, some come later, whatever. One already provided money for social lubrication with the strippers. So they danced around our dumbasses as we sat down for the following convo:
JIM (A&R idiot): WTF am I going to do (God)... we need something like a Katy Perry - fucking hit. She's 6 weeks at the fucking top of the billboard. I need that shit so we don't write off...
DICK (Rep): Get a fucking song about making out with girls? Girl on girl shit? That's already done, dude, we need something else.
EGOHOMIE (A&R): Something to push the envelope. We need to get Max (Martin) to do some shit like that.
ALLIE (hot rep): What, like you'll call the Matrix in and say: "I need a lesbian coke-snorting song" and it better be catchy. Or you'll die!
My FEMALE ASST.: Guys, really - order.
(voice of reason)
EGOHOMIE (whispers in my ear): Why did you bring your assistants.
ME: I'm hands on (real name). These kids will be running this shit.
EGOHOMIE: Shit. You're still a fucking kid, you just (he goes on to berate me.)
ME: Cute. Now what the fuck are you going to do with your (a bad monetary situation)? You're bleeding money, motherfucker.
Stripper sticks tits in my face. Puts her hand on my cock.
ME: Not yet, hun. I can't eat with a hard on.
ALLIE: Well, we need to have a fucking song that will shock the shit out of people.
DICK: Like what? A fucking song about dudes fucking dudes in the ass.
EGOHOMIE: That's gay.
ME: Dude, you're actually gay - like - you know that.
EGOHOMIE: Right, and I can say it.
ME: How about a song about smoking weed. That shit always works.
ALLIE: Nah. It doesn't hit (my artists') demo.
ME: Always thinking about yourself.
Then we started drinking tequila and DICK bought ALLIE a lap dance. I then bought my new assistant a lap dance and my female assistant declined, but did touch the tits of the stripper to feel her "fake boob."
Then it dawned on me.
THIS is the fucking problem. This LIFESTYLE is the fucking problem. The world is CHANGING and we're still acting like it's 2000.
Can't do that. I told my asst. to remind me that I do not want to go to strip clubs for lunch. We were going to get shit to be MORE profitable. We were going to kick MORE ass.
Found a promising MySpace act forwarded to me by her (bless her heart.) I love it - they have a thousand plays, they don't even know I'm looking at them.
THIS is what the internet is about. THIS is what new music is about. FUCK THE OLD system.
But I will still use my expense account (which is an old system way of doing things.)
Whew. Back at it...