I’m ashamed at myself. Maybe I am, but maybe I’m not. I’m brainwashed so what does it matter?

As a long standing vocal critic of the corporate music world and just about anything releated to George Orwell, things Orwellian or “the establishment,” I’ve sold out as a musician to big brother.

Two years ago, I would have pointed my middle finger to BMI, ASCAP, SESAC or any other music royalty/longshoreman/mob rule giant. Somewhere between then and last month, I signed my name on the dotted line as a songwriter with BMI and can now pretty much guarantee no matter how successful I am as a songwriter, I will never see s*it from the business, in terms of money in my pocket.

It was quite a simple fall, really. Really, it was… One day there was a discrete envelope in the mail with a blue and white pill inside and a note that said, “Don’t question anything. Take the pill. It’s good for you.” So, I did and the next day I awoke to find myself with a copy of a long document with my signature on it stating that BMI now owns me. This is BMI, not BMW, mind you..

I now belong in the ranks of Karla Bonoff, Sting, and Heimi Wisenflieffer.. All songwriters who have sold their blood to the mob. I might as well as shove my guitar up my butt now; it might get me on YouTube. There’s money to be made there..

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