About a year ago, I wrote three songs that I am now thoroughly sick of. They seemed clever enough at the time, but hearing them performed by a middlingly-skilled band with mediocre vocalists, practicing them over and over again, and pumping them out to indifferent audiences has ruined them for me.
They are for sale to anyone who wants them. Let the bidding begin at $100,000 each.
― The Mad Puffin, Thursday, 26 May 2005 15:33 (eighteen years ago) link