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I'm going to put my foot down now and demand that the Rolling Stones remove their fraud made out of the above song. At least I once respected their music, which is far more than I can say for Nickleback. And I was talking about money the other day - with a bunch of smartasses commenting from a safe distance away from me, I'm sure. I said that Vancouver's B.C. Place stadium pays over five million dollars for a sold out show. And if the Rolling Stones wanted to come to Vancouver to play their 'new hit', what venue do you think they'd book for the event? Oh, and while we're at it, how much money did the Rolling Stones make from the above song since I rewrote Nothing but Ashes in 2013? How many millions of dollars in songwriting royalties did they collect while their media friends lied to the world about their crime victim? The business thinks anything that makes money for them is good, just like a bank robber. And are you all comfortable with being manipulated by your TV to hate an artist whose warm, human work gave you pleasure and to thank brutal criminals in his place? How's Ellen? How's Jay? How's Mike Myers? How's Homer Simpson? They're so lovable, eh? After I posted the above online, which couldn't have been missed by millions of music fans around the world except by some vicious, hacking crime, I had a pretty uneventful day. I just added some drum tracks to my new recording - boy, that 'bullshit' sure is backbreaking - and went to visit my neighbor for a couple hours in the evening. My life is always pretty quiet. I'm including my list of online recordings below from the last ten years on YouTube. Each old, rewritten song was produced from an effort to write a new song. Artists want new songs, not old songs; but frauds who don't know how to write good new songs depend heavily on old songs written by their victims. Watch out for that. As for how I spend my time, I think ten years is about the right amount of time it takes to write and record so much music by yourself, and I've written thousands of pages of comedy on top of it. It neatly explains how I've been spending every day of the last ten years. I guess I'm lucky to have a more developed imagination than these frauds who only ever dream about their stupid blow jobs. The parts of the brain that they're using for their foolish fantasies are all consumed by music in my brain. It would be physically impossible for them to write my songs. (I speak mostly of the lowest class offenders, the ones who never wrote their own good songs, in this case.) As I said before, I have a new song in the works and it's turning out well. I can tell when a song is outstanding before I finish it. So far, most or all of my outstanding songs ended up in the hands of idolized frauds on TV, but I know that this new one will stay in my hands. I know it's new because of a peculiar new sound that I've added to the recording, a kind of musical signal in the song's refrain that might be understood by extraterrestrials. But it's still in the same vain as the above recent effort, with a bluesy kind of overall feel. I would classify it as 'space blues' or something. I'm going to have a lot of fun writing the words for it. Since it's Easter and I remain Christian to my soul, I wanted to wish everyone a Happy Easter. I hope God's grace finds you and saves you - if necessary - so we can all share paradise together one day. I can take my place among the angels and really rock you then. I might suffer a lot of punishment at the hands of men, but that's so I don't have to suffer God's punishment. God can raise you from the dead to burn you alive at the stake over and over again. I'll let my evil adversaries deal with that when their time comes. |
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Sunday, April 21, 2019
Resurrected Hopes
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