When I woke this morning I was really bored. When I woke up in the afternoon I was really bored. When I woke up in the middle of an A&R meeting I was really bored.
The music industry is a shit strewn one-way street populated by junkies, dopers, pimps & A&R men. It does have a downside, however:
Imagine you were down yr. local sweat-pit moshing away to the sounds of this weeks favourite power-chord snuffing, shape-throwing r&r combo & somebody went & ripped the roof off of the venue then took the walls away then moved the stage 80 yards in the opposite direction closed down the toilets put the bar prices up & reduced the staff & then it started to rain.
Welcome to Shitsville UK.
Corporate hospitality luxury tour-bus enclaves Jo fuckin Whiney - laminfuckinates Mexican hand-weaved faux-denim souvenir concessions Rod fuckin Stewart cunts on stilts dub tents Stereofuckinphonics muggings Borbital Belgian waffle experiences - tent theft poor drugs world bad jazz stage.
Still its only once a year, right?
You dont know how to enjoy yr.self if you havent seen Orbital, right?
Man, doesnt the sun look way kool setting over yonder Avalon, right?
Youve just borrowed my stash, right?
That Coldplay tee was only £5, right?
BMRC were really far out, right?
It aint where you come from its where yr. @, right?
WRONG. VERY FUCKIN WRONG. SUCKERS.
Listen, you screw-heads, heres a man who wouldnt take it anymore. Heres a man whos prepared to stand up to the lowlife; to wash the scum off the groundsheet, to build a fire made out of No Doubts backline, to place a sniper at the rear of the main-stage to bring these cunts down.
NEVER TRUST A CORPORATE HIPPY.
Marquee Smith trakMARX - July 2002