I hark back to ASCAP panels; totally self-serving bullsh*t geared at nothing more than f*cking with the minds of the people attending. Independent Musicians passing out albums full of auto-tuned junk and lackluster reasoning for their existence as a quote (unquote), “Artist”. I tell you what, the Majors that show their faces don’t matter either. More of the same, “Oh, I once got lucky and had a record deal so please, do Q and A with me,” up-sell fart-smell horse-dunk; but, I digress?
Seriously though, especially in this era where a Fat Fluffy Mexican Comedian can get a gig for a Prince in Saudi Arabia via YouTube, don’t waste your tyme or talent.
Nothing changes unless you keep improving your capabilities.
You might decide to better the craft more than your pocketbook or, you might get lucky and cash-in or, you might do both or get Cancer and be the Star beyond the Superstar and so on, and on, and on…
Just choose wisely.
F*ck everything else (because you can, and because you must sometimes, to truly survive).
If you disagree, “Good night and good luck.”