A Price Too High

I can tell that there is something going on around what I posted yesterday about Leonard Cohen stealing my poem, Buck Henry. I went online today to search for the 'lyrics' to this song which I wrote and was informed that they were not available, at least outside of my blog, wherever they hid that in the search menu. But it looks like there is a performer who has adopted this name which I invented for my poetic lampoon of Dick Cheney in 2007. I'm sure this performer has the full support of the CBC. Someone at my building was playing a Leonard Cohen album this morning and I voiced my protest as I walked past. I wasn't just protesting the support for another prick who stole my words, I was also supporting her poor taste in music. Leonard Cohen can't sing. He has an awful voice, dreadful. I admired his poems and drawings, but I think he should have formed a band and let someone else sing his songs. In fact, his voice is so bad that I am suspicious of how he ever got picked up by the industry. Oh, wait, his dad cleared the way for him or something, didn't he? Bob Cohen or someone like that? No, wait, I'm confusing him with Woody and Arlo Guthrie. If Leonard was on his own, I can't see how the business would touch him unless he performed some sexual favor for them. The internet is here to stay and the TV and radio people really have a problem with it. The TV and radio people are used to holding all the cards in deciding who gets to be a star. And they took full advantage of their position. Did you ever read Peter Brown's book, The Love You Make? Peter Brown was Brian Epstein's top man and a true Beatles insider. In this book, he claims that John Lennon took a trip to Spain with Brian Epstein on the eve the Beatles phenomenal first American tour. According to Brown, Lennon offered his backside to the homosexual Epstein, in exchange for extra support for the band's success. While the Beatle's deserve full credit for their artistic success, Epstein is the one who pushed and pushed for them until they were finally signed by Capital Records. Capital didn't want the Beatles, convinced that 'groups with guitars were on the way out.' Epstein simply wouldn't take no for an answer. Without the Capital Records deal, the Beatles might have faded into obscurity a long time ago without ever making it big. Do I think that Lennon let Epstein sodomize him? I wouldn't have thought so until lately. If I put hit songs on the internet and the business ignores them, it tells me that the business wants more from me than my songs and 'laughs': it wants my ass. I didn't share my songs to be a star and I find the prospect of letting some greasy businessman fuck me in the ass repulsive. That could be why I'm still unsupported, but if it's why they support fraud, they're in deep shit. I don't really care about what Beatle John did in the bedroom and I still rank him among my favorite stars of the past. I would have liked the Beatles even if girls never screamed for them, which seems to separate me from the crowd. I liked the Beatles because they were artists, not because they were signed. Whatever John had to do to get a real artist onto a music label is understandable to me. And once they were rich, the band formed Apple Corps, which was intended to spare artists like themselves from having to make humiliating concessions for industry support. Considering their own sacrifices, this was most thoughtful and generous of them. There is another way ahead for one like me: lawyers. It's amazing what you can accomplish with the right lawyer. You know, I bet I can even get the whole CBC fired if I just keep at it. Maybe if I can find a good aggressive lawyer and supply him with the weapons he needs to incinerate these dinosaurs, they might finally see fit to let me have a little happiness out of all my hard work before I die. I hope I won't have to blow my lawyer. As for Withered Cohen, if you ask me, he's already dead.
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