The Futility of Flogging My Music Poem

Musician and Poet Julian Homer recently left this poem as a comment below Rhodri Marsden’s extremely popular post titled:

“Please Buy My Record: The Futility Of Flogging Music”

Music

To help with my thoughts and understanding
To get through each day with free abandon
I strummed a mortal chord
Which flowed like a meandering fjord

I abandoned all hope and set myself free
Destined to appear on MTV
With three chords and a black gig bag
I joined a band and tried to be rad

In our bubble of toil and trouble
We rehearsed forever The Wild Rover
With shut eyed ears to the outside world
And an arrogance from within us took over

I’ve been in that room of copyright doom
Where friends yarn endless about a musical boom
The notion to sell and get heard by the masses
And then sit back, drink and talk about lasses

Really we’re lazy, bone idle, just below par
But we think our music will sell and fill up our jars
With waning interest, no striving to be the best
Instead lots of rest, getting stoned and barely getting dressed

I’m in a band that nobody’s heard of
And we blame it on everyone save ourselves
With a drawer of CDs that nobody bought
I’ll stick it to the man who put us on the shelves

He tries his best to sell our records
Alongside others that are often a little better
And yet we’re all blind to the truth that we’re really quite lame
It’s ourselves we should blame in this musical game

A true musical success
Is to make people dance and feel their best
So cast ideas of fame clear from the mind
And continue along a creative line

Distract, entertain, enrich and uplift
Was my prerogative as I picked up the guitar
To be remembered for all the above
Not to think businesslike and buy a big car



Comments

[Amy]

I'm impressed Mr Homer