Record Labels Are Dead
RECORD LABELS ARE DEAD//
For ages, there’s been a cliché dream for any would-be musician. It starts with some huge opportunity, playing a new stage. Scouts are in the audience. Your nerves are tingling with the promise of potential. Italian suit clad representatives from record labels are waiting in the outskirts of the pit. You shake the nerves as you’re announced and walk out to the stage front. Sputtering out an appreciative blurb to the crowd, you launch into your first song and click into place. You flow with the music and wow the audience and agents alike. You’re immediately bombarded by these different suits throwing you offers from every record label you could think of, and finally, you’ve made it. You’re “signed.”

IT’S ALL BULLSHIT/
LUCKILY, THE INTERNET HAPPENED/
When I see that list, I think to myself, “I don’t see one single thing I can’t do myself.”