Tuesday, January 17, 2017

There's a SUCKER Kickstarting EVERY MINUTE

Jesus Fucking Christ.

People have NO fucking idea what anything costs, and the proof is how greedy brats play their Kickstarter games.

Yeah, I'm pointing to YOU, button-eyed, pointy-nosed, gray-toothed pan-faced Saskia.

She was prattling about how she needed a MINIMUM of THREE THOUSAND POUNDS to make a simple "acoustic" album. Huh? Artists have made very good albums for almost NOTHING using Pro Tools skillfully.

Normal, frugal, DECENT and unselfish musicians would tell you that if they were INDULGED with enough money to go into a studio, they could find one for 50 an hour, and GET IT DONE in under 3 hours. Rehearse it and DO IT. Most songs wouldn't require more than one or two takes. They'd be embarrassed to budget A THOUSAND POUNDS in "studio fees" for a fucking acoustic album.

FIVE FUCKING HUNDRED in "musician fees." Yeah? HOW many fucking musicians are you using on your "acoustic" album? You wander around playing your crap on a guitar, and now you're going to hire MUSICIANS? Shouldn't they work FREE, or for a CREDIT? How lovely of you, to spend other peoples' money on musicians. Will you give back any money from this splurge, or make sure to pay some violinist 100 an hour or snooker some band into doing it for next to nothing, and giving them lunch money?

Next, FIVE HUNDRED in mastering. Do you mean masturbating? Are you nuts, Basket Case? Yes, you are. Mastering? For a useless folkie album of boring crap? Ever hear of LIVE albums? A lot of artists like the "live in the studio" sound, and don't need MASTERING when everything's done in a few hours and at the same sound levels.

The CD printing fee. Yes, that part's fairly accurate, depending on how much you're wasting on a booklet, on a jewel case vs a digipak, etc. etc. etc.

Happily idiots have no idea what things cost, a Sugar Daddy (literally) put down A THOUSAND POUNDS or this deal would never have been made, and in the end...this pasty-faced bitch is going to have nothing more than a closet of crap. Risks? None for morons with money to throw away. Challenges? Spoiled brat Saskia becoming famous outside of a small circle of indulgent friends and family, and the retards of Bristol.

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