We must seem so pathetic to you, pointless even. our cottage industries. our cheap gimmicks. our low hundreds. wall of hugs. new slang. heat rash. yr. cats in paris making cartoons, stagecoachs’ christmas cards, eva tomassis arts and crafts, alcopop/bsms samplers, everyone’s hand made sleeves. All these people working themselves to the bone, mostly happily, for shit wages and condescending journalism, because they’re doing what they believe to be right, and they can see the fire in the eyes of those low hundreds that lets them know it’s truly appreciated
That’s whats missing from your godawful shite journalism. There’s no sense of artistic value, of bands being capable of producing anything more than playlist filler, of indie labels and stores being anything more than unnecessary outmoded middlemen between you and music you seem to think you deserve.
—Johnny Foreigner (via iwouldtakethisasasign)
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