Clichés bohémiens

If you're reading Timberblog, then the chances are you'll have met an unsigned musician at some point in your lives. Fools, aren't they? And I can tell you that when you are one, you meet even more. Their favourite topics of conversation are thusly:

1. How ( x ) has sold millions of CDs despite being terrible, while they, innovative and groundbreaking genii, have sold three (to the band's mums,who gave them away as Christmas presents)

2. How they were really close to signing to ( x ) once, but "the guy that liked us left the company the week before we were supposed to sign" / "their shares fell sharply and they couldn't invest in any more new talent" / "we turned them down rather than sell our souls" / etc

3. "Artistic differences" with other members of the band, other members of other bands, or anyone in the room.

4. Isn't that new album by (obscure band no-one has ever heard of) absolutely brilliant?

SO I'm about to spring the second one on you. Actually, if you're someone I know, then I've probably already done 1, 3, and 4. Sorry about that. Anyhow, the "nice noises" coming from a maison de disques a few blog entries back have, it seems, crescendoed into something of an orgasm.

Apologies for the needless sexual imagery. I live in France, go figure.

Eddy recorded a song recently with some random producer dude that he'd been in contact with somehow via a man who probably does have a name but who is usually only referred to as celui qui m'ouvre les portes. (On which subject, couldn't we all do with a celui qui ouvre les portes?). The producer dude had written this song, and already received nice noises from aforementioned record company, but hadn't found the right voice for it. Turns out they liked Eddy's version, and that all being well (and yes, you still have to take this kind of thing
with a pinch of salt, it's a fickle world) he should be scribbling his name on the dotted line sometime around the beginning of next month, and the song itself will be going out on good ol' NRJ not so long after that. Trop cool!

So, is this A Good Thing for Timber? Still a bit early to tell. Major plus point: Eddy is probably being signed, and I am his pianist and major composer. Even if I don't sign myself, I'll be working with a signed singer, which is as good as. Particularly if they take on the songs for which I wrote the music - which at the current rate should be about a third to a half of any future album. (The dude gets signed, and suddenly all his musico friends want to write songs for him - bizarre huh?)

Of course you can never tell if it's going to work out quite as smoothly as that. It's perfectly possible that the record company take him on and then forcefeed him their own songs. While I'm sure Eddy is a good dude at heart and would want me to carry on accompanying him after all the work I've put in so far, you can't expect a multinational to have any such sentimentality or indeed respect.

Hmm, bit of a serious blog entry today, but I guess you've either dealt with that, or you're not reading this line.

Anyone for a game of "spot the subjunctive"?