Old guys and the biz

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It kinda sucks that old = washed up in the music business. Mostly.

I can still belt them out like I could when I was younger, but now I have much more confidence and power, and more knowledge on how to utilize the power. I have a lifetime of pain and joy to infuse into my delivery.

I've chosen The Living Years as my audition song. Not my best possible choice, which would be an original (not allowed), but the best choice IMO because it will allow me to stretch out and destroy the audience with power and dynamics. There's a lot of potential in this song, especially for my vocal style. I look like shit. I'm not happy about that. I was doing so well, riding almost 30 miles a day on my bicycle, I'd lost 50 pounds, but an injury and a really extreme bout of depression has kept me down. It sounds like an excuse. It is an excuse. But it is what I am. I suffer from clinical depression. It takes me a long time to recover. Anyway, that's the song I've chosen.

America's Got Talent. Million dollar prize, plus a recording deal, etc. Being my age (52) might actually be a benefit on this show. It's probably going to be my last chance to take a shot at what I was born to do. I look like shit, but Susan Boyle wowed them and she isn't exactly gorgeous. Paul Potts has bad teeth, and he sold 3 million albums. I think I can do better. Maybe it's better that I look like shit right now. Maybe it's a plus. Maybe it's "The year of the fat bloke, who looks great after he got a personal trainer and a date with Kylie Minogue".

I'm scared, very scared. I've never wanted the spotlight, just the money and the life...and Kylie. Yeah, that's an odd one perhaps, but I've always been a bit of a slut. Maybe I can get her to stop "singing". I've also got a hell of a story to tell about my wild life, the murder of my brother, there's got to be a book and a movie in there, at the very least. I know if I don't do this, I'll regret it for the rest of my days.

But damn, I am scared. And I haven't got a whole lot of time to make up my slow ass mind. There's a "myspace" version that is for original music, but I think the main show is where the deals are to be made. I'd rather do the original, but my style might not be considered modern. It's not necessarily about getting the original music out there immediately, but making the contacts, getting the exposure. I was so ready for this ten or so years ago. Now I'm scared. I was singing my version of this song in the car earlier. I blew myself away, and I'm a tough critic, especially on myself. I think, no I am sure I can win the prize. I just have to get over this fear.

I have to drive home the fact: do I fear living my life in relative peace and obscurity? Am I ready to grab the brass ring, put on my Balls-Out jeans, and take my place? Or am I a pussy? (damn that would really suck)

Which is the more egregious choice for life? Am I ready to be spurned by the magnificent Kylie Minogue (and ditch my wife, who has been a really good friend to me, but isn't very pretty), who likes guys with dark hair and really small penises? Okay, so MAYBE she isn't THAT magnificent, except for her arse, which IS magnificent. Maybe that guy has a REALLY small penis. :rotfl:

Oy. I know what I have to do. I just don't know where to start.

[Softy]

It kinda sucks that old = washed up in the music business. Mostly.

I can still belt them out like I could when I was younger, but now I have much more confidence and power, and more knowledge on how to utilize the power. I have a lifetime of pain and joy to infuse into my delivery.

I've chosen The Living Years as my audition song. Not my best possible choice, which would be an original (not allowed), but the best choice IMO because it will allow me to stretch out and destroy the audience with power and dynamics. There's a lot of potential in this song, especially for my vocal style. I look like shit. I'm not happy about that. I was doing so well, riding almost 30 miles a day on my bicycle, I'd lost 50 pounds, but an injury and a really extreme bout of depression has kept me down. It sounds like an excuse. It is an excuse. But it is what I am. I suffer from clinical depression. It takes me a long time to recover. Anyway, that's the song I've chosen.

America's Got Talent. Million dollar prize, plus a recording deal, etc. Being my age (52) might actually be a benefit on this show. It's probably going to be my last chance to take a shot at what I was born to do. I look like shit, but Susan Boyle wowed them and she isn't exactly gorgeous. Paul Potts has bad teeth, and he sold 3 million albums. I think I can do better. Maybe it's better that I look like shit right now. Maybe it's a plus. Maybe it's "The year of the fat bloke, who looks great after he got a personal trainer and a date with Kylie Minogue".

I'm scared, very scared. I've never wanted the spotlight, just the money and the life...and Kylie. Yeah, that's an odd one perhaps, but I've always been a bit of a slut. Maybe I can get her to stop "singing". I've also got a hell of a story to tell about my wild life, the murder of my brother, there's got to be a book and a movie in there, at the very least. I know if I don't do this, I'll regret it for the rest of my days.

But damn, I am scared. And I haven't got a whole lot of time to make up my slow ass mind. There's a "myspace" version that is for original music, but I think the main show is where the deals are to be made. I'd rather do the original, but my style might not be considered modern. It's not necessarily about getting the original music out there immediately, but making the contacts, getting the exposure. I was so ready for this ten or so years ago. Now I'm scared. I was singing my version of this song in the car earlier. I blew myself away, and I'm a tough critic, especially on myself. I think, no I am sure I can win the prize. I just have to get over this fear.

I have to drive home the fact: do I fear living my life in relative peace and obscurity? Am I ready to grab the brass ring, put on my Balls-Out jeans, and take my place? Or am I a pussy? (damn that would really suck)

Which is the more egregious choice for life? Am I ready to be spurned by the magnificent Kylie Minogue (and ditch my wife, who has been a really good friend to me, but isn't very pretty), who likes guys with dark hair and really small penises? Okay, so MAYBE she isn't THAT magnificent, except for her arse, which IS magnificent. Maybe that guy has a REALLY small penis. :rotfl:

Oy. I know what I have to do. I just don't know where to start.

This would almost be sort of funny, if it were strictly satirical. In any case (whether it is or isn't), I advise taking a few deep breaths, and realizing that none of this is really important (except being true to family and anyone who's really been there for you). We're all going to be dead soon enough. I advise anyone against going for a brass ring that's being controlled by anyone else. Chances are that it's an electrocution device, created for the purpose of making money at your expense.

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This would almost be sort of funny, if it were strictly satirical. In any case (whether it is or isn't), I advise taking a few deep breaths, and realizing that none of this is really important (except being true to family and anyone who's really been there for you). We're all going to be dead soon enough. I advise anyone against going for a brass ring that's being controlled by anyone else. Chances are that it's an electrocution device, created for the purpose of making money at your expense.

It isn't satire, it is as real as anything you can imagine. There's a very inter-connected story here, and there's much I would have to explain for it to make sense, but it does make sense once you know the whole story. About the brass ring and electrocution...I'm quite aware of the downsides to fame...it's been the one thing that has kept me from jumping it at certain times to claim my spot. Some people seem to be able to keep out of the headlines, though.

The one thing that is steering me away from the myspace version of this thing is that fact that they claim rights to your original music that you perform or submit. It might be just a boilerplate that they put in there to protect themselves, but...

As far as it being important, no, in the grand scheme of things, it's just someone else validating what you already know.