There’s fifty thousand record business assholes runnin around with flimsy cards, and flimsier nutsacks. Please see above and put your hands down your fuckin pants, and maybe take somethin like this into your bosses office.
I’m not even one of them early 20’s type music haters for the sake of hatin.
So please, we don’t need anymore wormy,twitchy,hungry scenster jerk-offs hiding behind a career you don’t have the balls to have. Your label card doesn’t impress anyone. What you bring into your boss that may be something other than the Jonas Spears Cyrus band is what matters.
I’m wasting my fuckin time here.