What Do You Think?

I'm going to tell you some more of what the TV and radio doesn't tell you, not just because I'm the only one who does, as you will tell by my misery, but because it will help me to deflect further attacks on my image. I may be coming across to you these days as kind of a sulky, unpleasant person. Are you informed of what happened to me? Do you think it is natural for an artist who produces lighthearted works of music and comedy to be depressed? Maybe someone's making me depressed. You get depressed when you hear about bands and tv shows getting rich from you while you linger in poverty and absorb insults from strangers. You get depressed when you have a song in your heart and it isn't safe to sing it. But if you want to know how much fun it can be to be a musician, ask those bands. They didn't look depressed on the stage performing my music. They didn't have to wait for a crowded bus to get them around. You'd think that if they could get all that happiness for playing my music, I could get something better than a bunk in a homeless shelter for living and writing and sharing it. You'd have to ask the networks about my comedy's earnings. Who's in charge of the money? Maybe they're making me depressed. I don't want to be here complaining every waking moment for the rest of my life. I'm not having fun. I'm not going to parties. I'm not shooting productions. I'm just here with the memory of a friend's face frozen in death to pass the time because I can't jump into a car with my cute fans the way that band did. What image would have haunted them otherwise? An empty tube of Pringles? As if I didn't suffer enough before I started sharing music on the internet. These pricks would make anyone depressed. That's some way to treat a musician, rubbing his nose in his music like that. What did I do? It's one thing to get depressed when you did something wrong, but it's far worse to have to get depressed when someone else wronged you; far, far worse. At least you can accept your punishment if you know you had it coming but I can't accept all the harm that's been done to me. There's no excuse for it. I was attacked. It was unprovoked. They helped the attackers. And now I'm supposed to put on a happy face while they pretend it never happened? Whose side do you think the lawyers are on? Who pays them billions of dollars every year? Who needs justice when you've got money? Isn't it depressing? I don't blame you for my condition, I blame them. They spin the story against me. I alone have to unwind it if simply want to survive. You trusted me when I first came online and they wanted your trust. If you liked that music, I see you as fellow victims. We could be friends but they're always driving a wedge between us. I'd rather be practicing my music to give you a faithful hearing of it, but what's the point if they've turned you against me? Isn't it depressing? Instead of setting me up to be the one who spoils my laughs by showing you their inspiration, why didn't those creeps just keep their hands off of my work? Oh, are these dialogues from a sad life? Is that why they needed to bullshit everyone with them when my back was turned? Do you need them to protect you from the truth? Look what happens to them when they're caught. The poor innocent bastard has to suffer so everyone can go on watching and trusting the fucking television. Must be nice to turn it on and escape my world like that. I don't have that privilege. I just get to stay here and stay depressed.
Arguments Copyright Issues Comedy Sketches Cartoons Lyrics Poems
More Statements Scripts Songs
© 2013. Statements by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.