artists silentbob He steps off the stage and i try to explain "I loved all your old cds, but the new ones too plain. It took me six months, and three days to absorb it, which sucked because at fifteen dollars i could barely afford it. "It just disappoints me, how you once spoke in haikus, you once recited poetry, you once told me the truth. And now that you're an 'artist' and your face is so known, how you wish all your old fans would just leave you alone. "How even when i stuck up for you, when the prices inflated, and continued going to all those concerts I hated, you still didn't have time to listen to that tape, you just stood on that stage, your face looking fake. "And i know it seems silly, completely stupid I know, to pay seventeen fifty to get into this show, just so i could tell you for once and for all, how shitty it is to watch your heros fall. "And i leave you with that, that chunk to chew, so i can go back to worshipping you, though, not really you, but the person you were, the humble songwriter i'll always prefer. "I won't regret losing my personal war, to just settle for liking who you were before, from the comfort of my bedroom and away from the smoke, away from the new lryics, that just seem like a joke." Which is when he comes back, right in my face "I never wrote those songs for you in the first place. Everything i did, i did it for me, even this right now, which is hard to believe. "But I'm just a person with an inkpen and a voice, and if i want to get paid, then thats just my choice. I'm still doing things that make myself proud, and the sterile politeness is simply my shroud. "In my line of work you have to have a pretty thick skin, and not pleasing everyone is apparently a sin, so all i can do is make sure i'm pleased, and try not go give in to my standard of sleaze. "But if you want to go into me being a traitor, then i'm going to go into my bus, and i'll see you later. "Because everything you just said, i've heard ten times before, from people i love, who obviously mean more. And i refuse to apologize just because I grew, jesus fucking christ man, why didn't you?" I stand there a moment, looking confused, feeling berrated and slightly abused he showed me the warrior that i thought had died he showed me the kick that was still in side I look him the eye and i shake his hand I smile politely and I support his band Even when they do things that make me clench my fist He's still the same guy just playing out his setlist. 031006 what's it to you? who go blather from