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[Milliways]: Publicity tour
Sep. 11th, 2012 06:23 pmSo as it turns out, recording an album and having it released is not the end of the process. There is far too much publicity involved for Orpheus’ liking.
Tonight is the Late Show or the Tonight Show or Conan or…he doesn’t even know. He’s in a studio, dressed up more than he likes to be, and some man he supposes he should probably recognize is asking him all sorts of questions about his album.
“So what’s it like, being faced with all this sudden success, hm? Must be pretty exciting. You sort of got launched into the bright lights overnight. Are you completely over the moon about it, or…?”
He trails off, and Orpheus supposes he’s meant to answer. “Not really.”
“No?” the man says, clearly surprised by the answer. “Why not?”
“Because it’s all just bullshit.” That will likely be edited later, but he doesn’t do the sort of apologizing he’s probably meant to.
“How do you mean?”
“I mean all of it. The label, the album, the marketing. It’s bullshit. It’s not music. It’s taken the soul out of everything, and it’s about nothing more than lining someone’s pockets. Even my music can’t break past all that.”
There’s a long pause after that, the man clearly unsure how to answer.
“So I take it we shouldn’t be looking for a second album any time soon.”
Tonight is the Late Show or the Tonight Show or Conan or…he doesn’t even know. He’s in a studio, dressed up more than he likes to be, and some man he supposes he should probably recognize is asking him all sorts of questions about his album.
“So what’s it like, being faced with all this sudden success, hm? Must be pretty exciting. You sort of got launched into the bright lights overnight. Are you completely over the moon about it, or…?”
He trails off, and Orpheus supposes he’s meant to answer. “Not really.”
“No?” the man says, clearly surprised by the answer. “Why not?”
“Because it’s all just bullshit.” That will likely be edited later, but he doesn’t do the sort of apologizing he’s probably meant to.
“How do you mean?”
“I mean all of it. The label, the album, the marketing. It’s bullshit. It’s not music. It’s taken the soul out of everything, and it’s about nothing more than lining someone’s pockets. Even my music can’t break past all that.”
There’s a long pause after that, the man clearly unsure how to answer.
“So I take it we shouldn’t be looking for a second album any time soon.”
