John Lennon on the Flaming Spotify Pie

Depressing. Fucking depressing.

What flashes in my mind is a Gunhill Road line about slimy Times Square theaters..."where every marquee light discloses one more man's defeat."

John Lennon, another man sold out and down the river. Why? I know why. Because the man died in 1980. Two generations could give a shit about him. They barely care. He's a curiosity item. The Dead Beatle. What the fuck did he do besides "Imagine?" Oh, let's hear him on SPOTIFY.

It's not about the money, obviously.

Another thing that flashes in my mind..."You can't swim against the river." This was a record label exec I managed to get on the phone. I was asking him why he wasn't filing against the jerks stealing his artists' music.

You can't swim against SPOTIFY...and this disgusting entertainment bullying of "you better be on low-paying fucked-royalty shitty Internet radio."

Somehow, every cocksucker who starts up an Internet domination that succeeds...turns into Hitler. Bozo Bezos. The goons of Google. The spuds of Spotify. The punks of Pandora. "We're in control. FUCK YOU, ARTISTS!"

The jerks in forums and blogs who said the "new paradigm" was Spotify and that shit...and that the hated record labels had to go...they were blowing it out their asses. Did they really think the NEW bosses would be any better than the old? No. They're worse.

A friend of mine, with five major label releases, told me, "I wish I could get my stuff AWAY FROM SPOTIFY." He would rather not have it on that fucking site instead of being humiliated with chump change checks. But, he told me, the contracts are complicated and he's strangled in red tape.

Lennon's estate doesn't need the money and just wants John's stuff to stay out there. I understand this. The world of entertainment has shifted to the point where it's far, far worse than it ever was when major labels ruled and record stores and radio stations were thriving.

John talked about the "Flaming Pie" and UFO's. If he was around today, he'd have a bitter snicker over the flaming pricks of Spotify, the shit quality of mp3's and how apathetic people are about protest songs or anything. Who knows, he might've turned his back on the world...again...and stayed in the Dakota muttering "Yoko and me, that's reality." But Chapman, who lives and breathes and for all I know, can dial up Spotify, is around and John is not.

Spotify is a concept by which artists measure their pain.