Ok, look, we work hard here. We love the bands and artists we represent. We have kissed normal lives and paychecks goodbye to be here, to sing the praises of music we feel has merit and meaning, to do our part to keep the forces of mediocrity and dim-wittedness at bay. Countless hours are spent screaming into the void, hoping that what we do is noticed by some discerning ears and that the culture is made just a little, tiny bit better.
Then we get news like this.
Seriously, people, is this the best we can do as a culture? It really makes us want to kick a bucket of gasoline over in the office, turn our backs as the sirens arrive, and disappear into the woods. We may or may not be armed.
Please, help save what little shreds of dignity remain in the musical landscape and put a stop to this madness. Fine, don't buy Bloodshot. But at least go buy some Ray Charles, or Cramps or Peggy Lee or Sham 69 or George Jones or Black Flag or Little Walter, SOMETHING of merit.
It's hard enough to get out of bed sometimes, but I think we'll all be coming in late tomorrow.