h2>Dating : The Musician (pt. I)
Four years of hardcore touring and I’m done. Fuck you, fuck this band, and fuck this stupid fucking industry.
My name is Selvi, I’m 27 and I work at Sportchek, even though I had the high school grades to get into any university on the continent.
My greatest failure in high school was that I incorrectly answered one exam question in calculus all year. Stupid fucking derivatives. What people don’t realize about musicians is that most of us are not inherently stupid, we just choose to be stupid – you have to be at least a bit of a dumbass to go into this industry full-time. Well, either that or insane. I’ve always thought that the marriage of art and business is an art itself, yet I’ve never managed to see it to fruition. I signed to a label, I toured The States as a Canadian, essentially ran my own business, but Bay Street recruiters don’t give a fuck about that. Stupid fucking consulting companies.
The final nail in the coffin that always gets me is that humans need and love art so much – movies, music, fashion, you name it – but the market values it at a pathetic amount. Music is worthless, financially speaking – just go ask your $5 utility bill that we call Spotify.
