Been working on the end of year paperwork lately. It’s a headache. It’s also kinda depressing. Two artificially good quarters (quarters where I got big distro checks from money owed for over a year) & two kinda lousy ones. But still in the black which is a testament to something these days. We’ll see if I can stay in the black in 2011. It always starts in the red after I cut the royalty checks from the previous year.
I was looking at how many CDs I have in the basement & there are some releases that will probably never recoup either because of money I blew on special packaging or advertising (or generally a combination of the two). Is it morally right to try to just sell off the discs below what they’d need to sell at to recoup costs (given that I don’t cut royalty checks until recoup of cost)? I guess if it’s never going to recoup it doesn’t matter if it’s $500 or $1000 away from catching up & I get the music out of my house & into the hands of some folks who want the music. Of course I look at how few people have taken advantage of the deals on the sale page (the ten early Silber discs for $35!) & I think cutting prices even lower would just depress me when no one bought anything.
Still thinking about the CMYK laser printer for making color mini-comics. We’ll see If I do it or not.
I’ve been talking to Nick Marino about doing a Deadpool comic together. Do it & then maybe send it to Marvel & see what happens. Maybe I’ll be like Ed Brubaker who used to make indie comics about being a jerk & now writes Captain America comics. It sounds like a better day job than anything else I’ve done. I know it’s a fantasy. Just like writing an actual hit song.
Today’s installment of Silber mini-comics is XO #6.
Last Night’s Dream:
I’m on tour with Brian McKenzie & we take a day off to go to Busch Gardens. I start to vividly remember when I was 9 & went there with my family & The Big Bad Wolf roller coaster had just opened & had a ton of ads on the TV so I want to ride it. I wasn’t tall enough to ride it, but I got in line a second time with my dad & stood on my tip toes & they let me on. When the first “drop” part of the ride comes it is clear that I’m really not tall enough to ride the ride & I’m in danger of falling out & I have to hold on to the weird cushioned vest thing to keep from flying out. Random vivid memories….
I’m a soldier & I’m undergoing genetic manipulation for a special mission when they discover my genetics already have been dramatically altered. I was born a primitive super-soldier & I don’t know how to use my abilities.
Someone is playing a theremin & they suck at it. Why if someone sucks at guitar everyone knows it, but just because somebody bought a theremin they must know what they’re doing….