No Such Thing As Bad Publicity

Not everyone is going to like the record, that's obvious. I don't let things like bad reviews or drunk hecklers get me down. I find them all amusing and entertaining. I try also not to pay attention to any stats of any kind (website hits, subscriptions, show attendance, records sales) for the main reason that it can deter from the creative process. Yet, I sometimes find myself checking from time to time. Album reviews are the worst. No matter how much it shouldn't or doesn't matter, I can't help but look. The review posted here isn't horrifying by any means. It's a review printed almost a year ago in AP Magazine which is a good sized publication. The author was most likely an intern with a stack of cd's to the ceiling and only a week to go through them all. For me, it doesn't change what I do or how I do it. Even if it was printed on the cover of Rolling Stone I couldn't care less. Getting ink, good or bad, is an accomplishment. Hell, only in pop culture can you be a total fucking disaster and still be popular. The number of people that hate you is just as important as the number of people that love you. Anyways, I was going through my scrapbook and came across this. Thought I'd share it with you. It's good times all around.