I have toyed with the idea of artists as cannibals in
What if artists treated those in power like they treated us? What if artists never returned power brokers’ phone calls and e-mails? If young writers or musicians treated their agents with disdain, treating them like spoiled children who needed a spanking, I think they’d at least consider their tone of voice.
I often times think of (bad) agents and others behind the scenes as child prodigies gone wild. They were once talented or believed to be talented children and teens (overbearing stage parents optional) who grew up to exact vengeance on other creative souls. This might be a very bleak picture, but visit a random office in