Artist Signed

Miss-adventures and nothing you wanted to know about an American muscian.  With major lable support and pending endorsments, perspective and an honest account of what it's like to be a signed artist in the 21st century.   

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One Night Stand

I guess they happen. It's part of the experience. The realm of social dating applications opens opportunitys up - it pulls some of the bullshit out of it.

"Do you want to fuck? It's my birthday."

Why the hell not?

I slammed a beer before I left the space, stopped by a gas station and purchased: 1 x's Fosters Oil Can, 1 x's Orbitz gum 3 x's Trogan brand prophylactics.

Drank have the beer on my 4.5 mile drive, wadded up some gym and walked up to her door.

She's all business, silk robe, nice rack, perfectly cute. She's wearing one of those popular Jokey sports bras that I fucking hate.

Lights of, she's insists she has an IUD and IDGAF because we met on the internet. I bought condoms, I put one in my wallet, I'm gonna fucking use it.

Kinda hard to get it up. I wouldn't do this as sober as I am normally. Suck tits, run clit - I'm hard enough to continue. She wants it from behind as hard as I can give. She comes, I don't, there's water, I drink some. We make small talk - I put my shoes on and head back to the van.

Bonus: the half beer I left in the van is still cold. Hit the nav back to the space, toss the can. And not I'm in the parking lot at 2:09am.

The gauges in the new van don't work, but the stereo does.

Good enough.

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Arting so hard.

Eh, here we are again. This little white box which I should be sorting out some important memories in. It's been a couple months since I've written something. The guys are in WA, for whatever reasons. There isn't a lot going on here - but not that there couldn't be. The return trip home is often prioritized. But then, I haven't been doing shit either. Lethargic, uninspired. I've noodled around some the last few days but can't make anything stick. The pressure of needing a part time job is thick on my shoulders - I haven't worked a normal job in over a year, maybe almost two. It's hard to keep track of time. With SO many people in LA, I get the feeling jobs are swooped up as soon as they're listen. I just need to be patient. Nothing is ever as bad as it seems, it's just not good right now. Yeah, the EP is out! Totally ride that high as long as it lasted. It teetered off after the release show, we have a box of physicals here that I can barely look at. Bitch bitch.

[artistsigned]

Sucking dick.

As my career advances, I'm reminded that I’ve never placed a physical or metaphorical cock in my mouth to get where I’m at.

[artistsigned]

SXSOWHAT

We're back from Texas, Austin has great vibe and I would for sure live there. The showcase had a great turnout and it was cool to connect and watch other bands from our label. Everyone is good in their own right, and we came out swinging. For the drives worth, it was slightly uneventful. One show and one interview was kind of a waste. But we played for the right people, David assured we made the right move. It is funny to think about your managers, PR, radio and whoever else staying in high-rise hotels while we sweat it out in the van. The cash they must take in of our backs in sure is astronomical, they couldn't do it without us. And all we get in return is opportunity, I guess it's a fair trade. Seeing that we only cost them money, thousands. Eh, I don't care. The Night Riots show was sold out and we needed that high. You play so much better to a sold out room. And these kids never heard of us, screaming at the top of their lungs. Give me more of that. In every form. ✌🏼

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Misfire

I know, it's been awhile - and you know what? That's fine. We spent the last month back home working on various writes, playing a few shows and trying to keep busy. Overall it was an elongated vacation where we didn't accomplish much. From Seattle we're headed to Fresno for a show with Night Riots. We're all excited - last we heard it was nearly sold out. We've been grinding on the set since our last show was such a bummer. I've been avoiding the blog. I think I use it for a forum to bitch, and that was not my intent - well, not totally. It's better than it seems and it as worse as it can get. About six hours to go, that's hardly shit.

[artistsigned]

This road well traveled.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself.

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[as-i-sok-you-in]

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[artistsigned]

If you've ever doubted my commitment to this project, just know: I've sacrificed a lot to be where I am.

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MEGADEATH

Crispy, (Chris P = Chris Polland) is an early founding member of Megadeath, a guitar virtuoso and our landlord. We're currently ducking him because our rent is over two weeks late. I've been holding on to the notion that he forgot, or assumed we paid it. He hasn't said anything and if that's the case, we might stop paying it generally. The label never pays us on time, and somehow we're supposed to magically deal with it. FUN FACT: I don't like megadeath, and Chris is an asshole. I think since we left off, we have another new manger. Dude is all business. We're confirmed for SXSW, which is fucking rad. Something I've always wanted to do. Got the track back from the guys in NY. It only took them two months to get it done and we hate it. Um. Trying to book a little tour to seattle and back. I don't think it's gonna work out. Haven't worked out in a few days. I don't care if no one reads this.

[artistsigned]

Thomas Newman

Thomas Newman makes me want to blow my brains out against blank canvas. Maybe then my subconscious could sell those renderings to my dead, pressboard body for half the cost of applied materials.

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All you want to do is play music, but all you do is promote it.

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Delays, yay LA.

We're home. Right back in the shit where nothing really seems to work out. My flight this morning was delayed two hours, more annoying than anything. A flight that doesn't take you where you want to go anyway. I took an uber from the airport just to put gas in the van and drive directly back to the airport. It's around a 200 hour round trip, but no one else could afford a car home. More pained to see that Troy could of easily got to the airport with what was left in the ride - but he didn't want to push it, so i can respect that. Came back to our space and our fridge burned out while we were gone. Spent some time trying to get it fixed but I'm sure the compressor is toast. Loaded up the van and drove so the standing room where we were supposed to play, for whatever retarded reasons - decided not to play it. I can't gather my thoughts. This is the last place I want to be right now.

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Meet me again, maybe a year from now.

This has been the worst trip home and I'm not sure when we'll be back, if ever. I think last night was the most drunk I've been in a long time and I for sure said/did some shit that I never would of normally done. What are you gonna do? The hard headed never learn, and you're a little hard headed. I don't really know what to say. Moving foreword I need to reaffirm what I want in life, how to get it and how to maintain that high in real time. 2017 has to be the best year of all time and before it's even started it's been a shitshow. I fly back to LA tomorrow morning at 6am, Troy doesn't have enough money to put gas in the van to pick us up. I know justin can't afford to get home, I'll have to take an uber - fill up the van and drive back to the airport to scoop up the other guys. If we were an eighth more responsible we'd be on the same flight to and from wherever we go. But we're not, so we don't. I fucking love this song by Superchunk - I can't believe I missed it, being so old and from an era of shit indie rock that I already admire. I'm glad it fell on my face. One of those things, ya know - people say all the time. It's mad easy to relate to words in a song when you're emotionally drained, hung over and feeling sorry. On that note: "As soon as I got home Reached out for the phone (foam) Drank my sleep from a can Playing track 6 and track 7, again and again I had a crush Nothing works out Well I had faith Could not have known; don't even say it Meet me again, maybe one mile high Meet me again, and I won't flake this time Meet me again, maybe a year from now Meet me again, I think we both remember how It was no architect designed this view He could not have known about you Mousy homes, catacombs Detroit has a skyline too Detroit has a skyline too I had a crush Nothing works out Well I had faith Could not have known; don't even say it" I couldn't of said it anymore plainly. And that shit is pretty fucking plain.

[syntheticphilosophy]

Carl Jung, Development of Personality

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Huh.

[just-shower-thoughts]

Your future self is watching you right now through memories.

[artistsigned]

Ok - this fucked me.

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10 Things I learned as a signed musician in 2016:

- You sell yourself, not only your art. - It takes an hour to get anywhere in LA and if you're not an hour early, you're late - then it takes an hour to get started. - You may have the support of your superiors, but you have nothing without the support of their staff. - Social media is a terrible fucking joke. - When you think you've sacrificed everything, prepare to sacrifice things you didn't realize you had. - Know your competition - it's everyone else. - Your worst day in the van is better than your best day at work. - Be nice to every asshole. - Adhere to your role. - There's freedom in not caring, try it sometime.