So, another Saturday. Another Saturday of another week of me rewriting songs and blogs that were loved in the hands of frauds. And how are the bold troop of players tonight? Are you impressed that they survived? Why? Wouldn't multiple assailants get over their assault faster than their single victim? Do they make you cheer for that? And what lie do they spread about me to stay in business? Do they say that the stars all ripped each other off and sent each other to jail? That's what Groening and MacFarlane said about their fraud with my work. Does it make sense? Look at how these rock stars had my songs all the way up to when I rewrote them. Wouldn't Oasis know that Nickleback ripped me off? Wouldn't the Rolling Stones know that Seal ripped me off? But stars don't send each other to jail. Their big boss would lose money if that happened, and they're probably even contractually prohibited from it.
I'm just going to remind you of what Saturday Night Live had planned for me. First they wanted the Crystalids to throw me in jail in 2010 after I rewrote Size. The Crystalids couldn't throw me in jail for writing my own song, and that's when all the Dave love started up, lasting for the next three years, all the way to the incarceration of an NBC TV host in 2013. They wanted me to sign my contract at a time when they had the lion's share of my comedy. They wanted to invite me to be the musical guest to play a mediocre song on a Saturday Night Live broadcast entirely comprised of my own sketches and poetry - the kind of show that would have had their audience thinking they were more talented than I am. I would have had nothing but old songs in my brain and, to honour my contract, would have had to spend all my time writing and writing to create a new one. I wouldn't have had any time to party or enjoy my fame. And I probably wouldn't have even been able to produce enough good new songs for half an album after breaking my back the whole time. My comedy and poetry and music would have stayed on TV as fraud. People would have been telling me, 'you're almost as good as Nickleback.' And I probably would have killed myself again.
Interesting to see how they all present themselves at once now, instead of announcing the long list of the cast while the saxophone player goes blue in the face, like I wrote in 2007's parody Tuesday Night Long, which was stolen by MAD TV. I retaliated in 2007 with another parody of MAD TV, Stark Raving MAD TV, but that got stolen by Saturday Night Live.
I've used red font below to show you the old songs I've been rewriting since around December last year. With the two unfinished ones at home, I make it about ten in total so far. That's another half an hour of my music that was playing on the radio, with stars keeping mum about it, through my whole ordeal up to now. As I was saying in an earlier post this year, I saw some of them on Indy Night in 2008 on MuchMoreMusic, maybe before the frauds got signed to music labels. I thought, how did these indy bands all get sounding so good all of a sudden? Usually indy bands are indy because their music isn't yet good enough, or popular enough, for a music label. In my case, I'm an indy musician because of my politics and my comedy writing. This means that I might even write better music than some of the bands with the label.
I've added my latest music video to talk about it a little more. Firstly, I guess the visuals are a little disappointing, but the song is good. Once I recalled previously sharing it, I just didn't feel like taking the trouble to record myself playing it. I'm looking forward to being able to post my music somewhere with no video, so people can just buy the music. If music sounds good, it sells itself. And when I speak of the grace of the queenly choir, I'm referring to what Sid Caesar called the celestial choir on his Dateline interview in November 2007: the voices of fame. These were the same voices that had me running to psychiatrists after no one would tell me how big I was for eight months. If I'd have seen that Dateline broadcast at any earlier point in the year, I'd have known I wasn't crazy; but that broadcast in 2007 was to help all the new fraud stars on the web with my songs and blogs to know that they weren't crazy. And my YouTube and Blogger accounts had both been erased by me the day before, thinking I was crazy. Right? Thanks. There's no need to erase my fame now. It happened, and the only people who got hurt by it had it coming.
The last thought on my mind today concerns motives. Whatever excuses these stars have been handing you for their behavior is likely a lie designed to appeal to your own values as an honest worker, but we often have different motives for our actions than they. The business wants money. The stars want money and your love for my work. That's why they stole all my work. It made them a pile of money for them in the last twelve years, but I still live in a rooming house. Show business is an exceptionally cold business because it puts a dollar value on our hopes and dreams, but it spends all its broadcast time pretending to be your best friend that you can trust.
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