> , why does anyone still
> *want* to be signed?
>
> Bob
[Matt Benz] Cocaine, pills, good pot, port and brandy, Parties
in Hollywood, Lear Jets & Custom Coaches, Stadium shows, Getting to say
"My good friend Elton John," Bimbos, Starlets & Models!, That photo in
Rolling Stone with a confused and bored looking Bob Dylan, Recording in
Monseratt, Entire hotel floors at your disposal, trashing said hotel
floors, Playboy Mansion, The room of guitars in a mansion of your own,
fleet of cars outside, Managers, Lawyers, Roadies, Accountants, Dealers,
Groupies, hangers-on, and Ron Wood, Cameo rolls in movies, Camero rolls
down the hill, Your own record label, Producing the records of your fav
ex-legends and obscure should be stars, Get to wear a suitcoat and tie
with no shirt, Mob connections, blowing $500,000 in one weekend in Las
Vegas, making it back the next week when Rod Stewart covers one of your
oldies, People like Jeff Lynne pay attention when you throw a temper
tantrum about the levels in your headphones, Making fun of David Geffen,
Telling David Crosby to "shut the hell up, you whining walrus" backstage
at the Grammies, while wearing a purple tux and your date's Lauren
Hutton and you're bombed out of your gourd, Comeback album, Greatest
Hits vol 2, with nary a hit on it, Ex-Wifes #3 and #4 still sleep with
you, #1 writes a tell all book, #5 is 20 years younger than you, A Rock
Opera, a "final" tour,
....oh wait, this isn't the 70's? Damn. Well, then, you're
right, why do we want to get signed?
