Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The Price of Freedom
This song - as I'm apparently the last f***ing Guardsman to learn - was written by a twelve-year-old daughter of a National Guardsman and her 16-year-old sister.
I think they did a wonderful job, don't you?
P.S., The price of peace is steep. Freedom, on the other hand, costs a buck-0-five.
Splash, out
Jason
I think they did a wonderful job, don't you?
P.S., The price of peace is steep. Freedom, on the other hand, costs a buck-0-five.
Splash, out
Jason
Labels: marketing, Music, music business, National Guard, public relations, reserve issues, soldiers' issues
Thursday, August 13, 2009
The angels sing in Echoplex harmony today ...
...Because Les Paul has left the studio.
A thousand times more influential than Michael Jackson could ever be, and he won't get one one thousanth the media coverage on his passing.
Rest ye well, sir. And thanks for billions of musical memories from
A thousand times more influential than Michael Jackson could ever be, and he won't get one one thousanth the media coverage on his passing.
Rest ye well, sir. And thanks for billions of musical memories from
millionsof musicians you touched.
Labels: Arts, culture, guitar, in memoriam, Music, music business, recording
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Libtards ruin ball to honor wounded veterans
Leave it to libtards. Especially the animals in the rhythm section.
Only a libtard who hangs around entirely too much exclusively with other libtards, with an IQ around room temperature (we call those people "drummers") could possible think for an instant that hanging a sign like that could possibly be appropriate at a casual gig like that.
No musician who calls himself a professional would do that. Whoever put that sign up, that's the last gig that juvenile idiot should get for a decade. He shouldn't even be trusted to play the Nussbaum's kid's Bat Mitzvah or the Sunnyvale High School Prom.
Believe me, I've seen musicians do some stupid things on gigs. And I've seen them shut down by a thundering velvet hand.
That band leader should slice. Like a fucking hammer.
Where's Joe?
An inaugural ball honoring U.S. military veterans ended in a kerfluffle as several veterans walked out when a musical act's attempt at humor backfired.
During the Heroes Red, White & Blue Inaugural Ball honoring the nation's veterans, a vocalist with George Clinton and the P. Funk All-Stars held up a white towel with large block letters saying "[Expletive] GEORGE," perturbing many audience members who walked out after the display, interpreting it as a jab at the outgoing commander-in-chief, George W. Bush.
Only a libtard who hangs around entirely too much exclusively with other libtards, with an IQ around room temperature (we call those people "drummers") could possible think for an instant that hanging a sign like that could possibly be appropriate at a casual gig like that.
No musician who calls himself a professional would do that. Whoever put that sign up, that's the last gig that juvenile idiot should get for a decade. He shouldn't even be trusted to play the Nussbaum's kid's Bat Mitzvah or the Sunnyvale High School Prom.
Believe me, I've seen musicians do some stupid things on gigs. And I've seen them shut down by a thundering velvet hand.
That band leader should slice. Like a fucking hammer.
Where's Joe?
Labels: Music, music business, Politics, The Left
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Of course you realize this means war.
UPDATE: Link fixed.
Fuck the RIAA.
All of those assholes should lose their jobs anyway. These are the same cretins that steal more than 90 cents on the dollar from recording artists, even when the cost of music distribution approaches nothing. I'd much rather encourage job creation in the emerging digital media server category anyway.
I wouldn't invest in a record company, and I damn sure am not going to let them tell me where I can store music I purchased. I signed no contract with them.
I've never been one to burn copies of CDs. Nobody in this world has a copy of a CD I burned for them. I've emailed some tracks to other fiddle players, but most musicians I know love that, because that practice actually generates sales.
But you know what?
At this point, I don't give a rat's ass.
Respect is a two-way street. Consider my days of respecting the RIAA over.
I hope enough other consumers feel the same way to drive down CD sales to the point where they lay off their dumbest executives and get smart enough to surrender in their suicidal war with the marketplace.
Hey, assholes! I'm your customer!
Splash, out
Jason
Fuck the RIAA.
All of those assholes should lose their jobs anyway. These are the same cretins that steal more than 90 cents on the dollar from recording artists, even when the cost of music distribution approaches nothing. I'd much rather encourage job creation in the emerging digital media server category anyway.
I wouldn't invest in a record company, and I damn sure am not going to let them tell me where I can store music I purchased. I signed no contract with them.
I've never been one to burn copies of CDs. Nobody in this world has a copy of a CD I burned for them. I've emailed some tracks to other fiddle players, but most musicians I know love that, because that practice actually generates sales.
But you know what?
At this point, I don't give a rat's ass.
Respect is a two-way street. Consider my days of respecting the RIAA over.
I hope enough other consumers feel the same way to drive down CD sales to the point where they lay off their dumbest executives and get smart enough to surrender in their suicidal war with the marketplace.
Hey, assholes! I'm your customer!
Splash, out
Jason
Labels: marketing, music business
