The Confusing Mysteries of Hell
I Hate The Music Industry
Carlos Santana Has Been Doing The Same Thing For 30 Years, But Suddenly Everyone Gives A Shit Because His Label Came Up With The Idea Of Bringing In Current One-Hit Wonders And Now He's Got 8 Grammys.
Talk about contrived bullshit! Am I supposed to just sit back and believe that Carlos Santana, without the help of his publicists and record label, has become the hottest thing since All-Nighter Diarrhea in merely a few weeks?
He seems so innocent: a spiritual latino guy with a PRS, noodling a few pentatonic minor licks in between vocal phrases, but nobody gave a shit 6 months ago if the guy played for 200 people a night and starved to death in a cheap motel somewhere. This recent boom in record sales and heavy rotation on MTV is not a spiritual, grassroots phenomenon as it is made out to be. I've got nothing against a guy playing guitar, writing songs, and selling albums, but that isn't what this is about. It isn't about honoring a legendary Woodstock-rocker for his years of hard work. This is a marketing tool, planned carefully by business suit wearing dudes.
Hey, guess what? I'm psychic. This is what the people at his label were thinking: "Let's put a new spin on this old guy. We'll let him jam with some of the popular here-today-gone-tomorrow pop-rockers and we'll sell a shitload of albums for six months, then this whole Latino-rock imagery we've force-fed to Gen-Xers will all be over and he'll be gone again before you can say Spice Girls."
Educated by reading books, walking slowly, and sitting on benches watching stupid people, Isaac Airbourne is often made fun of by little kids who laugh and call him "Walking Encyclopedia of Mysanthropology." His bad attitude and lack of any honest artistic motivation has publicly gained him the reputation of being Joan Altabe's only rival. He has been called both a "cross between Indiana Jones and Jello Biafra" and a "man who could be very wealthy (or benefit mankind greatly) if he put his wit to some useful purpose."
