Just My Opinion

      My mind can only take so much input before I have to rant it out. I try not to complain because I chose to be informed, and make it part of my writing style. That’s on me, and I’m too old to learn any new tricks it appears. I’m beginning to think I’m just a glutton for punishment.  
 
      I’m kinda glad I never made it to the big time, when it comes to music. The whole Diddy thing is really exposing the underbelly of the music industry. I knew there was always a dark and secretive side of the business, but some of the things that’s been spilled made me come to one conclusion. “The wicked beasts in this world have all the wealth and all the power.”  
 
      I’m not here to preach a sermon. Faith, is different for everybody, as it should be. It’s called “Free Will” for a reason. But I think we all can at least agree that evil humans use our Faith against us. These fake people who pretend to be something their not, and yet they always have followers. “How the fuck can people not see the con.”  
 
      This is bigger than politics, or Hollywood, or Evangelical false prophets that don’t believe a word that they preach. Everything has a bottom line, has to be financially productive to succeed in this rat-race called life. Music, Art, Poetry, what ever field of creativity you thrive in was once pure. Till some greedy asshole decided to turn it into a business.  
 
      Then businesses morphed into corporations, who then absorbed other smaller companies, mergers and buyouts, and on and on. BOOM! Now they’re Global Conglomerates, who will take any idea or product invented by a person or group and fight to be the last one standing in this fight for world domination.  
 
        That’s the dilemma people who have talent have to face at some point. I’ll give you a hypothetical here to help illustrate my message. This is gonna be far-fetched by the way, perhaps even comical.  
 
      Let’s say I, Damian DeadLove by the means of a miracle were to be successful with, Backstage. “ You’re already in the floor belly laughing ain’t you?” Now stay with me folks. This is make believe, you know?  
 
      I make my brand, as the hip people would say. Corporate interest that didn’t acknowledge my existence before this miracle occurred, now just think I’m the cats meow, they want to be my friend and help guide my career. RED FLAGS are surrounding me on all sides. I’m now a corporately viable commodity, I’m a product like a car or a house.  
 
       “No longer am I a human-being, I’m now numbers and stats based on profitability.” They want to own me, my likeness, my ability, my catch-phrases, all of it. I’m on their beckoned call, they control my coming and goings. They want my soul..  
 
      They’ll feed my ego, make me think my shit don’t stink. But I have to sign a contract for them to represent me as a client. “I realize I’m painting in broad strokes here so I don’t turn this into a novel.” Some of the fine logistics tend to be tedious to tell.  
 
      That’s the pivotal moment if I put pen to paper. Everything changes, there might not be a way back out. My only other option is to take my ball and go home. Tell them to go fuck themselves! While inevitably ending my dream, as they blackball me till I have no career.  
 
      These are not people who like to hear the word, no. Whether it be blackmail, drugs, sex, whatever means are needed they will go there. Nothing is out of the realm of possibility. Once you’re on their radar there is no escape.  
 
      That’s my theory, there might be some conspiracies in there but at the end of the day it’s just my opinion.  Peace, Love, and Lennon.  
 
 
Damian DeadLove