When my music plays in department stores, I quit

Posted on | January 12, 2010 | Comments Off on When my music plays in department stores, I quit

HearYa has a post about the Avett Brothers, noting that he heard one of their songs in a furniture store.

If I am ever out, say at a Home Depot, or a Walgreens, or a JC Penny, and I hear one of my own songs, I’m pretty sure that would be the end of the line for me. If my music can be so meaninglessly inoffensive as to be played in the blandest, most meaninglessly inoffensive places, then you have either:

royally FUCKED it as an artist
made so much money that you don’t care about art anymore

Of course, if the latter, then you wouldn’t actually be walking around in a JC Penny anyway, unless you were looking to buy the place to turn into an indoor golf course, like the kind they would have built in Dubai if they hadn’t run out of money. So I think it still works.

“Dear Jesus who I love so much, please give me the strength to say ‘cuntsucking fuckhole’ in every song I ever write again, so I don’t have to ever hear my music played to the spineless masses that pass every day through the Dress Barn.”