i'm not a businessman, i'm a business, man!
why do such great artists get stuck with such shitty representation?
is it automatically assumed that all those surrounding/managing the talent has to be a bunch of assholes living vicariously through folks who are more successful/talented than they ever were?
yes, that's a generalization, but yes, it's also a reality, and it's frustrating because it does not in any way reflect the quality or personality of artists. perhaps it's just a call to responsibility to manage yourself, but that's always easier said than done, especially depending on what level of "success" one hopes to achieve.
in any case, i'm going to make sure that i can deal as directly with artists as i can. i'm breathing a big sigh of accomplishment as my first two celebrity interviews are now under my belt, and yes, if my editor is reading this, i am drafting the fruits of the labour that i will submit asap.
it just gets me thinking about my own business plan to dedicate my life to helping those beautiful, creative souls that exist around me and those that seem to gravitate towards me somehow (i am blessed afterall) to achieve the previously thought to be unattainable, doing what you love and loving what you do. i hope that in my forays of a&r related business that i will never be so jaded as to believe that i am more important that the artist and use their clout to further my own gains, well, i am not so naive as to believe that a&r is not only about the artist, but also about the name that you build for yourself. and yes, i'm all about building a name for myself, and getting credit where credit is due, but scratch that trying business, i pledge and commit to always remember that it is a reciprocal relationship and i will never abuse that trust by fucking around reporters who are genuinely trying to bring my artist up for the sake of getting some pussy in a club washroom that will probably amount to 15 seconds of pre-impotence due to all the drugs i've done prior to that point.
yes, that was my rant, but also my thanks to the lesson learned this weekend about the industry firsthand, and also that my tenacity paid off, and the tiredness that followed was also well worth it.
i ran into vicki gabareau buying mushrooms at the market, and spoke to her briefly, not knowing that her show had been cancelled in april, and i still had my complimentary tickets in my pocketbook. oops. guess her 15 minutes came and went.
and how do you go from touring with kool keith to opening for 50cent?
and when the fuck is amalia townsend gonna blow up already?
and could new year's eve come any quicker?
and elections and snow in vancouver oh my!
and bigups to the drivers at translink who always have a comment on my boots. peas y'all.4.now.
