You wanna know what makes my blood boil?

A club deciding to stiff some good talent who just sang their blood, sweat, and tears out of stage. That is brutal work and as a little guy? You take what you can get. Just for that chance to make it big

Only for those fucking reptiles to hone their eyes on your unexpecting throats

Corporates think just because your big and have money that you have the right to push around anybody below you

Entertainment does not work like that. It is a transaction. You give them your heart and they pay you in soul. It has been the process for as long as you can remember

People painting in caves knew that shit. Respect the artist.

These people didn’t though.

A little club down in old night city. Run out of a cube hotel. Club Cube. Real fucking special

Real fucking shit

But the little guys wanted to play. A band by the name of Soul Affinity and they play good. Underground stuff, the kind of thing that will blow up a decade from now and that t-shirt will make you feel real

They stiffed them. Let them get a crowd together on their music then told them to beat it.

So we will. Beat it good

Send em a sign for us that they pay up good.

Real good

Do that and we pay you. Make it violent

Bloody even

Do it right. Do it good. We will make it worth the night.

Fucking scum

Scum kills music