That's not the sad part. I lied about it being 'the end'. It's not. Right about the time you decide to give up and get a real job, someone with a record deal will call you up and tell you that they always wanted to work in your studio because of the 'vibe'. They are planning on recording an entire album starting at the end of next month. They have a budget!weatherbox wrote: farview makes me cry a little.
So you beg, borrow, steal and run up your credit cards to keep the studio open for another month. There's a snag, the band can't come in for another month. So you keep it going for another few weeks.
The band calls up to tell you that thier budget has been slashed in half. They ask if you are still interested in doing it for less money. You say yes because you need to recoup the last two months.
The band call up a week later, The singer OD'd and the drummer aspirated on the singers vomit. The band is breaking up.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
You will be destined to live through this endless loop of giving up- finding a glimer of hope- having your hopes dashed- giving up, etc...
What ever doesn't kill you, makes your credit card balance grow.