The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool.
There are tens of millions of musicians with talent in this world.
In this streaming era of music, in the aftermath of the digital dissipation and atomization of cultural production and consumption, only a tiny fraction of them will ever earn a living. Fewer still will ever find fame and fortune.
Celine Dion, Justin Bieber, Taylor Hawkins, Adele, The Boss, Justin Bieber again, Celine Dion again.
The number of sick musicians canceling world tours, rescheduling concert dates, or dying suddenly from “completely mysterious and unknown causes” is the only statistical clue needed to truly grasp the magnitude of iatrogenocide slaughter.
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