If it wasn’t bad enough that that smug fucking clown who runs Spotify was only paying me o.34 bastard pence per play, now he’s investing the money he grifts off musicians on death machines. Fuck them, I’m out.
And while I’m on it, fuck Instagram as well. Everyfucker told me I really needed to be on there as it’s great for independent musicians. It’s not. It’s a terrifying echo chamber full of other desperate artists screaming, “look at me” 24-7, the only benefit of which is how it reflects back to me how much of a prick I must be to be on there in first place.
Lesson learnt, I’m a prick. Thanks Instagram. Now fuck off. I’m out.