Dead dead dead.


Oh, shit.


I wrote, a long time ago, something contrived about "you gotta be dead to get your music played here."

Well, it's here.

Tonight at the studio I played a song (by someone actually living) for a couple of kids who're under my wing. They wanted the tune to be less stylized, more "urgent" (in the words of one of the thankless whelps).

Then I gave them an example of musical stylization. All the artists were dead.

These kids are wonderful and full of exuberance and imagination. I'm sorry I underscored "death" when giving them examples of excellence.

But, hey, you gotta be dead to get your music played here.

Depressingly yours,