Tis the holiday season, and the heart is warmed with thoughts of family, Christ, love, happiness, and joy...and as I've mentioned, I humor the thoughts of each of us doing something positive to promote respect for our fellow man this year...
But then I see the usual:
crazy bitch, pimp420, juggalette, hot4u, xxrazorxx, hottie, cutie, babygurl, playa, xforelornex, morbid darkperson, well hung sexybacks....
and I have to think that the perfect gift this year might actually be a coat hanger. (Well, some of you got it, and that makes you as crude as me.)
Then of course, clinging to the giving spirit, it finally meets its' demise when I log in and have 30 messages from bands, rappers, and website pushing models who’ve added me. They’ll want me to join a fan appreciation group that was started by them, not fans (uhhh, LAME), or they will send me a message like:
"Hey INSERT NAME HERE, we are cutting and pasting this message to say Happy Christmas, and if you have time be sure to come by and check out the new songs or photos at www.whythefuckdowethinkweneedawebsitewhenwereallyaretalentlessfuckskickingaroundthesameoldripoffmusicorpornpics.com"
So, in starting 2007 let me just lay down a few ground basis thoughts (hey, it is MY blog):
1. Just because 100 pc geeks jerked off to your pictures online, does not mean you are a model. Any girl can have 10000 guys fan them online, just because desperation breeds commerce. Please go get a degree instead, so when your tits burst from a freak pole-dancing accident, you can co-exist aside from your "hot new website for members only". Although the meek are supposed to inherit the Earth, I'm thinking that's next year.
2. If you've ever written music and said, "that doesn't sound enough like the band on the radio", immediately sell your instruments and go sell cars, you poor lost soul. It's okay to want to sound like cool bands, but if you are schlepping your creative muscle to get your break, you'd be best off being a roadie. Write music that energizes you, not bridges your gaps. You are a musician, not a karaoke machine.
3. Part of being an artist, or a talent of whatever form, is getting people to like you. I myself have written letters, sent out demos, gave away stickers, and blown a few people give-or-take 20 just to get a little credit. However, I think forging a fake message of sentiment and posting it identically on 3000 people's page showing them your "appreciation" is kinda sorta chickenshit. Then, going one step further and starting your own "fans of _______" group.... that might be chickenshit too. Go to Mecca, and ask your God of choice just what it is you have become.
4. “It’s not how you play the game, it’s if you win or lose.” BULLSHIT. Honest bands and artists of these days do not prosper financially, which is the yardstick by which most people judge their lives. I’m pretty sure I read in the Bible one time that rich people aren’t going to heaven, because they are supposed to share...etc...etc. My point is this, those artists that write the REALLY GOOD SHIT may not be as rich, or drive the high end cars that the folks on MTV drive, but because they have remained true to themselves and wrote music from their heart, they have rewarded their fans in the most pure and honest way...and in turn, have prospered from having true respect. They have “won” because of how they played the game. It’s just like love...be sincere, or be damned.
5. Lastly, this. You can wear clothes that you saw someone else wear. You can play music that you heard someone else play. You can drive a car that is like someone else drives. You can buy a house just like someone else’s. You can settle down and have 100 babies because someone else did that. You can take off your clothes at the drop of a hat because someone else does too. You can smoke crack because someone else smoked it before you. You can do 100 things that 100 other motherfuckers have done to show you an example...
But when the chips are down, when your luck has ran out, when you are at the bottom and you’re looking forever upward trying to find a way out...SOMEBODY ELSE ain’t gonna save you. It’ll be you, your faith, your will, and your strength. BE YOURSELF.
Fuck 2006 anyway. Fuck 2005 years before it!
2007 is the year that everything can go right.
