Guys, my career is over.

Not your podcasting career, is it?

I'm just talking about the one that pays my bills.

I thought we'd have to fill this chair with somebody.

No, no, no.

Somebody's stupid.

This is all I have going for.

We've got three stupids and one smart.

We need the smart to stick around.

It's like, oh, God whether my actual paid career is over, but nobody really seems to know when the three or four Hollywood conglomerates might start green lighting new shows again, or how many, or what kinds, or where any of the work might be done.

But regardless, now that we're moving away from the model of 200 cable channels that all need the cheapest possible programming, it doesn't seem like they're going to keep ordering industrial-sized quantities of shitty reality TV.

It's as if the corporation that owns the local garbage factory had a board meeting where everybody finally asked themselves, wait a minute, why are we sinking this much money into running a garbage factory?

It's killing everybody's souls.

Let's just not do this anymore.

Ah, at last, common sense in management.

But the problem is that local garbage factory employed a great big chunk of that town,

including for something

like the last couple of decades, me, who cultivated a very specific skill set to become a

mostly efficient and reliable cog and a pointless dehumanizing machine.

Now, the artists we're going to hear today faced a similar problem as they got older,

but these guys made music that was much better than the often garbage TV I helped facilitate.

And what I want to stress is slash was a purely technical non-creative capacity.

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