From Early Edition To Final Edition

January 1, 2010

I saw the pilot episode of the CBS TV series Early Edition again.

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The Pathetics

January 1, 2010

I did my own post today before I ever saw the one by Bob Lefsetz.

I’m sick and fucking tired of people telling me to be more positive. To focus on solutions rather than problems. Don’t you get it, it all comes down to the MUSIC!

Wow, talk about synchronicity!

If you’re a writer — or think you are — go read it. Mentally replace “music” and “musician” and “act” with “writing” and “writer” and “work” (I won’t say “book”).

I can’t resist excerpting, however:

The major labels triumphed because they had the best acts. But then they got greedy, the execs started thinking they were the talent, they broke the cardinal music business rule, that we all bow down to the creator. If you’re really that talented, make your own damn music.

Boldfaced emphasis added by me.

That’s something publishing has forgotten.

And for you frustrated artists, I’ll say it one more time… Your lack of success probably comes down to the fact that you’re just not that good.

Boldfaced emphasis added by me.

Oh yes. The shit my eyes have had to read. Pity them.

But that doesn’t mean greatness will go unnoticed. We’re all looking for quality. And, if we find it, we tell everybody we know. So, a great act gets traction. But takes a long time to make it. Shit, the Kings Of Leon would have been gargantuan right away fifteen or twenty years ago. Now it takes that long just to get people to pay attention.

Boldfaced emphasis added by me.

How many so-called “writers” out there won’t put in those fifteen or twenty years?

Go read that post. Now.

Whiny Bookstore-Loving Hypocrites

January 1, 2010

You are!

Where do you buy your music? Online!

Where do you watch your TV shows and movies? Online!

Where do you watch your porn? Online!

Did you give a damn that record stores became extinct?

Did you give a damn when Suncoast Video went under as a harbinger?

Do you wring your hands at night over the fate of broadcast and cable television?

Did you weep for the X-rated movie theaters?

Just because you have a sick, nostalgic and unnatural fetish for an object called a book doesn’t mean you are anything except sick and retrogressive and, ultimately, ridiculous.

You didn’t cry when everyone else’s ox was being gored.

So STFU now about yours.

Where the hell was your voice over writers being screwed into poverty for decades?

Where the hell were you during the Google Books grand theft?

Where the hell are you today with Random House trying to keep writers locked up as their bitches?

I don’t give a damn for the object called a book.

You can round them all up and burn them for all I care.

What matters — the only thing that matters — are the words locked up in them.

You book fetishists probably don’t even understand that Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 wasn’t about books —

— it was about the words in them. [Update: See Ray Bradbury: Mike Cane Is An Eejit]

The hell with your books.

Give me the words.

Go cry yourself to sleep over your sick attachment to an object and leave the grown ups who understand the words matter alone.

Previously at Mike Cane 2008:

For God’s Sake, Get eBooks Going, Steve Jobs!

Previously here:

Seth Godin: No Power Buyers Equals Death
Two Down, One To Go…
Two Sentences From The Future
The Horror Of Paper Books
The Loudness Of Dust Settling