Boom. It was a bomb. The strategy failed. What are you going to do about it?
Everything started to fall apart for Lionheart’s radio network the moment the Russians showed up with crates of vinyl and promises that always sounded a little too smooth. At first, it seemed harmless — just off-the-record trades in dusty parking lots — but soon the station’s employees were caught in the crossfire of rival distributors who didn’t appreciate Lionheart meddling in their underground economy. Anonymous threats were slipping under office doors, strange cars idled outside the studio at night, and the pirate network found itself unraveling under pressure.
It was bad all around. There’s only an eleven percent chance it was good. Just blasting Funkadelic’s “Maggot Brain” album. Then put on a 7-inch from Teenage Head. Spotify wasn’t enough. I put on a little Neil Young music, my feet deeper in the sand. But I wasn’t comfortable with Mario Juan Valez Radio, so I let him go. Still, Super Mario tried to go Hollywood. Mario tried. Ottis tried fucking hard but got nowhere fast.
He’s working with wood and doing carpentry somewhere in the United States. Ottis is doing swell. Radio doesn’t receive the respect it deserves. People in radio broadcasting from concentration camps would do better. What happens after the Technossance is sorta like the Dark Ages.
Merch makes you a little too comfortable.
Everything has to be shiny and new at first, because we’re wired to chase the thrill of the latest thing. But then there’s mistakes, cracks show, edges soften, and we start to see the familiar comfort beneath the nueva.
There were leaks and then more leaks. Everyone was just pissed and mad as hell.
Ottis O’Toole’s overtime went underappreciated and unrecognized. Oh well.
It was even worse for polar bears.
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