God
Creator of the Universe
ill o.g.
I'm ranting now.
I'm sick of working in music. I lost the initial enjoyment. I feel more like a hustler and con-man rather than (ha, thought I'd tell you in what division/where I worked.)
It's all about getting paper. And when you get the paper, you just get jaded. True, I consider myself lucky, but I feel kinda soulless.
You hear the next lineup of acts submitted to you. You and your publicist cohort along with said band's manager concoct a marketing scheme at your targeted demo. You think of how the manager you're talking to is an asshole, and you then concoct a scheme to get said manager dropped by the band somehow so the band can sign with your buddy's Firm.
After a couple drinks, or other substance, you kick back-- go online, and see how much money you made/lost in the stock market. Then your assistant (who wants to be in your jaded shoes someday) tells you about your appointment with some band/group - you meet up at the Pig n' Whistle with them and run the same BS you've run on other bands for the last x years.
I think the reason I'm writing this is because I had lunch with a 43 year old exec at a major, and he was dressed like a fucking 15 year old. He had all the flashy "I'm wearing all the fluorescent kickback to the 80's clothes, and he was using all the new buzzwords/slang trying to front and be "hip". " I guess the clincher was he actually SAID "TTYL, man." He didn't say "Later" or "see you, man." He fucking said "TTYL". Like he was verbally fucking texting me or something.
It's like, dude, you can fucking afford an Armani suit - go buy one and act your age a bit. Your wife probably thinks you look like an idiot but she shuts up because you're bringing home the paper she uses to buy a new Gucci bag every week and she drives the same black S500 everyone is driving on the streets.
Am I jaded? What's wrong with me? What happened to me LOVING the music. Sigh. Ignorance is bliss I guess.
Supportive comments appreciated. I should make this post into a fucking diary.
I'm sick of working in music. I lost the initial enjoyment. I feel more like a hustler and con-man rather than (ha, thought I'd tell you in what division/where I worked.)
It's all about getting paper. And when you get the paper, you just get jaded. True, I consider myself lucky, but I feel kinda soulless.
You hear the next lineup of acts submitted to you. You and your publicist cohort along with said band's manager concoct a marketing scheme at your targeted demo. You think of how the manager you're talking to is an asshole, and you then concoct a scheme to get said manager dropped by the band somehow so the band can sign with your buddy's Firm.
After a couple drinks, or other substance, you kick back-- go online, and see how much money you made/lost in the stock market. Then your assistant (who wants to be in your jaded shoes someday) tells you about your appointment with some band/group - you meet up at the Pig n' Whistle with them and run the same BS you've run on other bands for the last x years.
I think the reason I'm writing this is because I had lunch with a 43 year old exec at a major, and he was dressed like a fucking 15 year old. He had all the flashy "I'm wearing all the fluorescent kickback to the 80's clothes, and he was using all the new buzzwords/slang trying to front and be "hip". " I guess the clincher was he actually SAID "TTYL, man." He didn't say "Later" or "see you, man." He fucking said "TTYL". Like he was verbally fucking texting me or something.
It's like, dude, you can fucking afford an Armani suit - go buy one and act your age a bit. Your wife probably thinks you look like an idiot but she shuts up because you're bringing home the paper she uses to buy a new Gucci bag every week and she drives the same black S500 everyone is driving on the streets.
Am I jaded? What's wrong with me? What happened to me LOVING the music. Sigh. Ignorance is bliss I guess.
Supportive comments appreciated. I should make this post into a fucking diary.