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The Young Record Producer

s/he came from some other place to nestle in NYC & try to make it big off other people’s talent--- they stroll through the open mikes, nightly, and make themselves known at small shows where the naïve transplants who want to be the next big thing come to nestle themselves & stroke their jupiter sized egos--- the young record producer has a few references to themselves on obscure albums that no one in their right mind know exist & they use this as leverage to lure in business partners who will spend time, energy & money with them, in this pathetic attempt at profiting off others who do things for the pure necessity of survival through art & not to be sodomized & raped by commercial vultures such as this roaming twit. every handshake has nothing to do with a personal connection of any kind people are there at said young record producer’s disposal to exploit & amass, so that they can add up the names & vomit them out on the next unfortunate person who might show any interest at all in what might be offered by the little “business” that this person has begun & they act as if you couldn’t throw a rock, blindfolded, and hit someone just like them in a town full of bob dylans, ani difrancos & lady gagas all trying to whore themselves out before they get a muffin top or their hair goes gray.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 2/4/2012 11:07:00 AM
Just remember the two G's-greed and gullibility. Those two factors lead to the downfall of so many individuals. Your writing describes that rat race of a business decently well.
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Date: 2/4/2012 4:39:00 AM
Agents and producers are all a horrid bunch. Publishers are not much better. :-p An enjoyable read :-)
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