I manage bands. Its sorta income for all but mostly them. The most popular (of course) of the three bands I manage is breaking up. One of the people in it has decided to, "get a real job," huh?
1.) Have you looked outside lately. 'Tis the fucking great depression again and your only job experience consists of being in a rock band. Good luck. What the hell do you intend to do.
2.) You bastard, you make $28 or $32 K a year as a fucking rock musician after expenses. You're a fucking rock star...! Ok, so maybe you're not nationwide or anything but shit, what do you want man?
3.) You get up around the crack of 3 or 4 PM every day and hang out in clubs and shit after that.
4.) You still have paid contracted gigs to play and you better believe you're playing those before you bail, at least.
5.) You son of a bitch, you're fucking the rest of the band out of the money not to mention me. You're the most popular member.... We can't replace you. I've admitted this to you repeatedly. What do you want?
6.) You get laid constantly. How the fuck I'm not fighting off paternity suits for you, I'll never know.
7.) If you're on drugs and this is cover, you may need beaten severely and tossed in rehab. Thank me later.
8.) I don't appreciate being called an "over-glorified secretary." I've sued people for you....
I thought the managers were supposed to screw over the artists? God damn it I must be doing it wrong again!
Fuck you (my own) conscience; fuck you so hard; Im'ma beat you with the wallet you've emptied!
[head... hits... desk... again... and ... again... leaves... imprint... and... concussion....]