Eventually, there will be music. Perhaps I will repost my old demo tracks. Perhaps I will record new songs. Perhaps a high-level A&R will hear my caterwauling through an open bedroom window, sign me to a five album deal, and any day now I’ll be posting a recommendation to purchase my polished, glossy album at your nearest major chain retailer.
No, scratch that last. Nobody buys from major chain retailers anymore. It’ll be an iTunes link and several paragraphs of my manager begging you not to torrent the album, since there’s already hardly a chance in hell I’ll ever pay back my advance anyway.
In all likelihood, it’ll be my old demo tracks.by