Thursday, August 9, 2007

So Who Wants To Be A Rock Star?

The Myth Of The Rock Star And Of The Need To Sign-up For A Major Recording Label

This is a good article about the music industry and the truth about being that brand new sensational rock star. Some of you may know these truths already, but its still a good read and quite informative.

Here's an excerpt:

I'd like to tell you a short story. You've probably heard it (or a variation of it) a thousand times, but bear with me. See if I get any of the details wrong.

It's the story of an idealistic Kid (or Kids) from out in the sticks (or the ghetto, or the trailer park, or the suburbs).

The Kid's got the magic: he sings like an angel. He plays guitar like the very devil. His lyrics are deep and meaningful and poetic.

So the Kid's playing a gig one day, right?

Maybe at some roadhouse, or some smoky nightclub. And Mr. Big, the head of a major record label, just happens to be hanging out in this roadhouse or this nightclub, maybe on his way to and from one of his posh mansions or something. He hears the Kid. And he recognizes true genius.

After the Kid's done, Mr. Big comes up to him. "Kid, you got heart," he says. "How about you come out to Los Angeles and make some records for me?"

So the Kid comes out, with nothing but his dreams and his guitar, and records an album.

It sells a billion copies.

Everybody hears the Kid's music and is touched by it. He starts dating a beautiful-but-sensitive supermodel. He wins a Grammy. He makes a few more albums, and finally retires out of the public eye with Mrs. Kid (neƩ Supermodel) and the little Kids -- either to an old converted manorhouse in England or a ultramodern home in Laurel Canyon -- to live in bliss happily ever after.

The end.

Sound familiar? Of course it does.

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