I was reading a local paper the other day when I came upon the Entertainment section.
I immediately noticed two words: DJ and Karaoke.
Oh, my. You know where I’m going with this don’t you?
In disgust, I read most of the listings and found that a fair number of clubs I used to play at now feature DJ’s and Karaoke.
God, that sucks. I feel ill.
A person with an IQ of 10 could be a DJ.
Hell, you could teach an orangutan to put a disk in a player (and it would probably be more entertaining too).
Do people really enjoy watching inebriated assholes grab a microphone and try to be George Michael?
How about Alanis Morrisette?
Or Barbara Streisand?
Truth be told, I can’t even stand watching Babs be Babs.
And I won’t even touch the severely “dog-faced” Morrisette.
My opinion, though.
This music business used to be wonderful.
Gigs were everywhere.
Now look at what’s happened.
I’m a bitter and incredibly cynical musician these days.
And I can’t for the life of me figure out a way to change my tune.
I just keep singing the same old song.
But I wonder; if I stopped singing, would anyone really miss me anyway?