When People Are Absurdly Tall, They Command

Whenever There's Active Promotion On The Part Of Somebody Else, Whenever I See Somebody All Dolled Up For A Fancy Photograph And Someone's Handing Out Flyers Or Whenever There's Active Promotion For Something Like That, As An Imposition On My Day, I Hate All Those People And I Want Them To Fail. I Have A Visceral Reaction To Advertising And Promotion. There's Just Something About Salesmanship That Grates On Me On A Very Base Level And I React Very Negatively Towards It. I Want Those People To Suffer And I Want Their Enterprises To Fail.

The Single Best Thing That Has Happened In My Lifetime In Music, After Punk Rock, Is Being Able To Share Music, Globally For Free.

Toast Is Bread Made Delicious And Useful. Un-toasted Bread Is Okay For Children's Sandwiches And Sopping Up Barbecue Sauce, But For Pretty Much All Other Uses, Toast Is Better Than Bread. An Exception Is When The Bread Is Fresh From The Oven, Piping Hot, With Butter Melting All Over It. Then It's Fantastic, But I Would Argue That Bread Fresh Out Of The Oven Is A Kind Of Toast. Because I'm An Asshole And I Refuse To Be Wrong About Something.

If The Label Presents Them With A Contract That The Band Don't Want To Sign, All The Label Has To Do Is Wait. There Are A Hundred Other Bands Willing To Sign The Exact Same Contract, So The Label Is In A Position Of Strength

By Now All Rock Bands Are Wise Enough To Be Suspicious Of Music Industry Scum