I visited Pluto for the atmosphere, but stayed for the music. Pluto Radio is one of those crazy new twenty first century high-technology music stations. Beyond terrestrial. Beyond satellite. They use the tubes of the internet to broadcast a fantastically unique and eclectic mixation of independent music. Not Indie® music. Not Alternative® music. But true, honest to goodness independent music.
So what is independent music? Well independent music is what Alternative® music and Indie® music once was before being sucked into the vacuous void of popular culture forever. Independent music is just that, not dependent. Not dependent on turning a profit. Not dependent on pretty packaging. Not dependent on pleasing the masses. Sometimes not dependent on pleasing anyone, not even the pontificator of the music itself. Now that is independent. Pure creativity.
So if you feel the need to explore commercial-free music of the highest quality and caliber, head over to plutoradio.com and have a listen. You might even hear a little Bernie on there some day.
Well now I've done it, I've renewed my TuneCore distribution deal, best $19.95 (minus approximately $6.31 in future sales) I'll spend today. This is the year (so I've been told) of me. I've already double my album sales (better than 2 times 0 even!), hopefully the worldwide tour (may or may not leave the atmosphere) and mass marketing blitz (all spam, all the time) will take me over the top (or at least off to the side for a moment). Then I can finally announce my retirement, waffle to and fro for months on end only to change my mind and un-retire just before the season begins. Thanks for your support!
Three six nine
The goose drank wine
Now he's stumblin' all around
And feelin' real fine
Took a gander at the gander
And figured what to do
Before the farmer came around for his holiday stew
That crazy ol' goose
Began to dance around
And shook all his feathers
All over the ground
He took a step back
With a big ol' smile
His lily white feathers lay up in a pile!
Oh that crazy ol' goose
Is on the loose
His bare ass shakin'
Like a crooked caboose
He's hatchin' up a plan
To avoid the man
And keep himself out of that fryin' pan!
Now the goose is naked
And drunk as hell
With a taste for lovin'
One thing can quell
So he grabs a hen
Heads to the pigpen
She shakes off her feathers and they both hop in