In the hands of such a lot of fools...

Just got home from the gym; good, solid workout and I'm tired. A busy enough day at work and I'm looking forward to the balance of this evening and the quiet.

Came across this article; who better than The Impostor to give the (ensuing) eulogy on the industry? This is one of those moments when I say, with pride and a deserved smile, "told you so". It doesn't please me that people have lost jobs (yours truly included) or that gifted musicians--young and old--no longer have the opportunities afforded them by caring music people; no one at the labels that are left have any understanding of music or a willingness to actually nurture their acts--it's all accountants, lawyers and marketing assholes. In the immortal words of Rosemary Woodhouse, "unspeakable, unspeakable" (shaking my head). God knows, Napoleon Dynamite himself knows about dealing with record company charlatans (Jake Riviera notwithstanding). At last look, next to no one even knew D.P. McManus had a new album out. How much more insidious does it get than that?

More preaching from my chair later.