I function better with the sun in my eye
let's see if I can't shed some of that friends list from the scifags post
So I Said You Died
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Preface:
I fucking love writing music. You don't have to buy my tracks or do fuck all. If you listen, that's great. Keeps me alive. I really like it if you like my stuff, and a comment is worth buying the Cd, which I know you won't. But be fucking sure: I'll be making this stuff and shouting and beating and clanging after you've fell down dead. I fucking LOVE music, me. And I'm getting better and better at it.
At My Best
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MachineGun
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THE LIMOSINE IS NOT ARRIVING.
YOU ARE NOT GAINING ANYTHING FROM HIDING YOUR MUSIC FROM PEOPLE.
MAKE GOOD MUSIC.
THEY EITHER WILL OR WILL NOT BUY YOUR FUCKING CD.
I'M GUESSING ON NOT
WHEN THEY LISTEN TO A HI-Q VERSION OF YOUR NEW TRACK, THEY ARE NOT *STEALING* MUSIC.
THAT IS NOT HOW PROPERTY WORKS, outside of a bunch of fibs some cast-iron motherfucking cunts have been spreading about, with their vested interested bulging out of their tiny, oh-so-innocent pantaloons.
STOP LOOKING OUT OF THE WINDOW.
THE LIMOSINE IS **NOT** ARRIVING.
For everyone else, I make a lot of music. I make it because I adore making music, the whole process is better than sex for me. I fucking love it when other people like my tracks, and I get fucking high when my tracks punch out through a club PA.
Everyone who writes music, from our generation, lives in the delusion that at some point, the limo is arriving. Watching the window for the stretch car with your name on it, with Sony-san sitting inside, proffering a contract and a biro.
It's not arriving. We can be as savvy as we can about adapting to new media, to how things were wit' tapes and that when we were kids. It's not like that.
We make music. Some of it is good. You can nick it for free. You can become a patron of the artist and donate. You can find other ways to re-imburse us.
At the end of the day, it doesn't matter.
The old model, even shit bands, managing to pay anything, is dead.
Every band you have enjoyed seeing on the alt scene, in the last five years, would have earnt more if they just stayed at home doing their IT job.
We lose money every single gig we play. We truck up the M1 and play to two goths and a whippet repeatedly, or down to Bournemouth to be laughed at by the local trads.
We just like making music. And we'll spend all our spare money trying to play music to you.
Even if, and we know you don't anymore, you maybe buy a CD, that's not even the slightest drop in the ocean.
I earn QUITE WELL. My band work in IT in good jobs. We have to take days off to play for you. And we do, and we truck up the road and the locals haven't bothered promoting it, or there's another miraculous reason why yet again, we've done five hours on the road and three weekends rehearsal at £70 quid a day to play for one gig at which ten goths and a whippet looked bored and asked the DJ if they had any Covenant.
At some point, we may get bored. Probably not likely, because, you see, our crack is playing to you lot.
We do this at financial, mental and physical expense, and I'm not asking for some kind of support or apology because we don't deserve it.
This is NOT a contract in which we make music and you MUST FUCKING SUPPORT US.
Lots of bands think it is. the limo MUST FUCKING ARRIVE. WE DESERVE THE LIMO. BASTARDS! WE'RE SPLITTING UP!!
We make the music because we have a disease that means we can't do anything other than make the FUCKING music.
Some of us love performing to you drunk, unappreciative wankers.
Me included. You cunts.
But what used to pass for a scene is dying, bigtime, because you can't be arsed putting hands in pockets.
Fortunately, I don't give a hot, wet fuck.
I've got a head full of problems that I'm going to continue to exhaust this way.
But them bands watching for the limo.
Problems, child.
Problems.
Me? Here's what I've made. All I care for in the world is that a few of you will like it.
Totally works for me.
A quick hint, mind:
All the bands you love, all of 'em, they're all as broke and emotionally bereft as me. Buy some CDs, fuckers, 'cos your dancing muppets are going to get skint and tired and go back to their dayjobs real fucking soon.
XXx
This work is licenced under a
Creative Commons Licence.
So I Said You Died
Original Track
Open Source Remix Pack - MP3
Open Source Remix Pack - FLAC
Preface:
I fucking love writing music. You don't have to buy my tracks or do fuck all. If you listen, that's great. Keeps me alive. I really like it if you like my stuff, and a comment is worth buying the Cd, which I know you won't. But be fucking sure: I'll be making this stuff and shouting and beating and clanging after you've fell down dead. I fucking LOVE music, me. And I'm getting better and better at it.
At My Best
Original Track
Open Source Remix Pack - MP3
Open Source Remix Pack - FLAC
MachineGun
Original Track
Open Source Remix Pack - MP3
Open Source Remix Pack - FLAC
THE LIMOSINE IS NOT ARRIVING.
YOU ARE NOT GAINING ANYTHING FROM HIDING YOUR MUSIC FROM PEOPLE.
MAKE GOOD MUSIC.
THEY EITHER WILL OR WILL NOT BUY YOUR FUCKING CD.
I'M GUESSING ON NOT
WHEN THEY LISTEN TO A HI-Q VERSION OF YOUR NEW TRACK, THEY ARE NOT *STEALING* MUSIC.
THAT IS NOT HOW PROPERTY WORKS, outside of a bunch of fibs some cast-iron motherfucking cunts have been spreading about, with their vested interested bulging out of their tiny, oh-so-innocent pantaloons.
STOP LOOKING OUT OF THE WINDOW.
THE LIMOSINE IS **NOT** ARRIVING.
For everyone else, I make a lot of music. I make it because I adore making music, the whole process is better than sex for me. I fucking love it when other people like my tracks, and I get fucking high when my tracks punch out through a club PA.
Everyone who writes music, from our generation, lives in the delusion that at some point, the limo is arriving. Watching the window for the stretch car with your name on it, with Sony-san sitting inside, proffering a contract and a biro.
It's not arriving. We can be as savvy as we can about adapting to new media, to how things were wit' tapes and that when we were kids. It's not like that.
We make music. Some of it is good. You can nick it for free. You can become a patron of the artist and donate. You can find other ways to re-imburse us.
At the end of the day, it doesn't matter.
The old model, even shit bands, managing to pay anything, is dead.
Every band you have enjoyed seeing on the alt scene, in the last five years, would have earnt more if they just stayed at home doing their IT job.
We lose money every single gig we play. We truck up the M1 and play to two goths and a whippet repeatedly, or down to Bournemouth to be laughed at by the local trads.
We just like making music. And we'll spend all our spare money trying to play music to you.
Even if, and we know you don't anymore, you maybe buy a CD, that's not even the slightest drop in the ocean.
I earn QUITE WELL. My band work in IT in good jobs. We have to take days off to play for you. And we do, and we truck up the road and the locals haven't bothered promoting it, or there's another miraculous reason why yet again, we've done five hours on the road and three weekends rehearsal at £70 quid a day to play for one gig at which ten goths and a whippet looked bored and asked the DJ if they had any Covenant.
At some point, we may get bored. Probably not likely, because, you see, our crack is playing to you lot.
We do this at financial, mental and physical expense, and I'm not asking for some kind of support or apology because we don't deserve it.
This is NOT a contract in which we make music and you MUST FUCKING SUPPORT US.
Lots of bands think it is. the limo MUST FUCKING ARRIVE. WE DESERVE THE LIMO. BASTARDS! WE'RE SPLITTING UP!!
We make the music because we have a disease that means we can't do anything other than make the FUCKING music.
Some of us love performing to you drunk, unappreciative wankers.
Me included. You cunts.
But what used to pass for a scene is dying, bigtime, because you can't be arsed putting hands in pockets.
Fortunately, I don't give a hot, wet fuck.
I've got a head full of problems that I'm going to continue to exhaust this way.
But them bands watching for the limo.
Problems, child.
Problems.
Me? Here's what I've made. All I care for in the world is that a few of you will like it.
Totally works for me.
A quick hint, mind:
All the bands you love, all of 'em, they're all as broke and emotionally bereft as me. Buy some CDs, fuckers, 'cos your dancing muppets are going to get skint and tired and go back to their dayjobs real fucking soon.
XXx
This work is licenced under a
Creative Commons Licence.