This joke is
appropriate since I am a musician, a recording engineer and
have bad luck!
A 57 year old musician who's spent his
whole life trying to break into the big time is feeling very
depressed. He's been turned down by every single record company
in the country, and no one seems to recognize his unique genius
other than his dog. So he dreams up an ingenious plan to get
his revenge on all the institutions who've rejected him all
He goes into a recording studio and instructs the sound engineer
to record exactly what he says, copy it onto 1000 CDs, and send
them out to all the record executives in the country. He goes
into the vocal booth, puts on the headphones, motions to the
sound engineer that he is ready, and begins;
"This is a message to all you sycophantic, talentless bastards
who've ignored me all these years. I have dedicated my life
to writing beautiful, emotive, soul-touching music, and all
you wankers do is throw away my tapes and sign dumb bands like
the Spice Girls. Well, I've taken all I can of your puerile,
shallow industry, and it's YOU who've driven me to it! I hope
you feel guilty for the rest of your pitiful lives! Bye-bye,
murderers of Art!!"
With that, he pulled out a gun and sprayed his brains all over
the studio wall.
The sound engineer glanced up and said "...yep, ..okay
- that's fine for level. Wanna go for a take?"