Cake just had a number one record with 44,000 sales
The lowest sales for a No.1 record, ever.
This is how I see the future of pop music, as indicated by the trend that was punctuated by the tile of this post.
You ever have one of those douchey corporate jobs where you sit in your little bubicle in a sea of people who would chew their own arm off to be anywhere but in that cubicle?
You know how there's always the meatball middle manager, douchebag in chief of that little area of your suit farm?
And how they would come over and smile and you broadly and with their best fake sincerity, say "Good job! GOOD job!" and pat you on the back and then check a little box on their "Employee Sense of Value Reinforcement Face Time" douchebag paper?
Let's fast forward to, say, 2019.
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"So, welcome to Morning in Otters Ass , OH, Steve."
"Pleasure to be here, Lyssandra!"
"Steve's 45 second song, "Bumpin' in my Prius to the Pepsi Beat", brought to you by TimeWarnerPepsiCoTacoWorld, just received it's millionth hit on YouJam! How do you feel about this, Steve?"
"Gosh, Lyssandra, I'm pretty overwhelmed as you can imagine. I mean, a huge company like Pesi really getting behind my personal artistic vision was..."
"And by Pepsi, you mean "TimeWarnerPepsiCoTacoWorld", don't you , Steve?"
"Absolutely."
"So.. fame, musical prominence. What's next, Steve?"
"Well, I suppose that.. in my wildest dreams, I'm shooting for a spot on Disney Music Universe, sponsored by Intel."
"You gotta dream, Steve and I guess that got you where you are today!"
"Heheh, I suppose. Oh, and TimeWarnerPepsiCoTacoWorld gave me this bitchin' T-Shirt!"
"So it's a PAYING gig!"
"Hahahahah!"
"Hehehehehehe"
"Thanks for stopping by and visiting with us here on Morning in Otters Ass, OH, Steve. And now here's the disembodied heard of Regis Philbin with the weather."
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If nothing else I could make a fortune in assisted suicide chambers for musicians, but it's not my greatest hope.
Reader's Digest version -
Somewhere between rock star hubris and corporate mediocrity is a lot of really good music waiting to be heard but maybe, since a number one now consists of moving enough units to, 20 years ago, get you dropped by the label kinda renders that number one a bit meaningless, maybe it's time we used a different yardstick. Cause the guys in the suits obviously, IMHO, have.
And if you are actually sitting around thinking about new marketing constructs and how this might be a more optimal way for an artist to "work", are you sure you like rock music?
This is how I see the future of pop music, as indicated by the trend that was punctuated by the tile of this post.
You ever have one of those douchey corporate jobs where you sit in your little bubicle in a sea of people who would chew their own arm off to be anywhere but in that cubicle?
You know how there's always the meatball middle manager, douchebag in chief of that little area of your suit farm?
And how they would come over and smile and you broadly and with their best fake sincerity, say "Good job! GOOD job!" and pat you on the back and then check a little box on their "Employee Sense of Value Reinforcement Face Time" douchebag paper?
Let's fast forward to, say, 2019.
__________________________________________________
"So, welcome to Morning in Otters Ass , OH, Steve."
"Pleasure to be here, Lyssandra!"
"Steve's 45 second song, "Bumpin' in my Prius to the Pepsi Beat", brought to you by TimeWarnerPepsiCoTacoWorld, just received it's millionth hit on YouJam! How do you feel about this, Steve?"
"Gosh, Lyssandra, I'm pretty overwhelmed as you can imagine. I mean, a huge company like Pesi really getting behind my personal artistic vision was..."
"And by Pepsi, you mean "TimeWarnerPepsiCoTacoWorld", don't you , Steve?"
"Absolutely."
"So.. fame, musical prominence. What's next, Steve?"
"Well, I suppose that.. in my wildest dreams, I'm shooting for a spot on Disney Music Universe, sponsored by Intel."
"You gotta dream, Steve and I guess that got you where you are today!"
"Heheh, I suppose. Oh, and TimeWarnerPepsiCoTacoWorld gave me this bitchin' T-Shirt!"
"So it's a PAYING gig!"
"Hahahahah!"
"Hehehehehehe"
"Thanks for stopping by and visiting with us here on Morning in Otters Ass, OH, Steve. And now here's the disembodied heard of Regis Philbin with the weather."
_______________________________________________
If nothing else I could make a fortune in assisted suicide chambers for musicians, but it's not my greatest hope.
Reader's Digest version -
Somewhere between rock star hubris and corporate mediocrity is a lot of really good music waiting to be heard but maybe, since a number one now consists of moving enough units to, 20 years ago, get you dropped by the label kinda renders that number one a bit meaningless, maybe it's time we used a different yardstick. Cause the guys in the suits obviously, IMHO, have.
And if you are actually sitting around thinking about new marketing constructs and how this might be a more optimal way for an artist to "work", are you sure you like rock music?