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Excuse me while I take a moment to bite the hand that “feeds” me. Clearly said hand hasn’t done such a good job because I’m not just hungry anymore, I am STARVING!
You know, I talk a lot about the Montreal music industry’s stars, the artists but let’s please shed the spotlight for a minute on the behind the scenes aspect. I wish I could name names but I will make this a totally anonymous wake up call for certain beings. Dear you, yes I am talking about you…
Anyway! I, as well as many others, have recently been told to stay in our lane. Which lane is that? It’s surely not the one that you paved. Please! If I tread on the road you paved, I’d be headed straight to where you are: nowhere! At the end of the day, who are you to tell us where we can and cannot walk? Are you afraid of a little competition? Or do you wish you could see yourself being where we’re headed? Don’t you wish you could be like us: on the way to success?
Listen carefully: your expiry date has arrived! Why don’t you pick up the three pieces left of your pride, bow out gracefully and give Generation Y a chance at life? Sean Combs, or Puff Daddy, or P Diddy, or Diddy (or whatever he wants to call himself) knew he couldn’t be an artist forever. So what did he do? He stepped aside and developed new artists and built an empire. Wouldn’t you have loved to be the person who created Montreal’s urban music empire? But now you can’t! Because your time is up, you’re washed up and you’re irrelevant.
Don’t be mad because we’ve paved our own lane and left you on your way to your dead end.
The End P.S. You got my number….
Sincerely, KJ
www.karenjonze.com
More Editorials here: Not Everyone Can Be A Star, Dear Montreal Rappers, Outside the Box
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