& Steven: A couple of words of advice for all you hopefuls out there in unsigned bands... Fuck off.
& Steven: There’s one thing you have to understand about the music industry. We have no obligation to make art. We have no obligation to make political statements. We have no obligation to make good records. We have an obligation to make money. I mean, do these look like the shoes of someone who gives a fuck Velvet Underground? Now, in order to make money, we may sometimes have to make art. We may sometimes have to make political statements. Sometimes we may even have to make good records. Our record company receives half a million demos a year. We sign just ten of them. And who makes these choices? Who is responsible for dividing the wheat from the chaff and providing the soundtrack to your short life on this planet? Us, the elite, the chosen few, the best of the best. The A&R men.
& Steven: So here’s what I do. I listen to music, bands, singers, songwriters, and decide which ones have a good chance of commercial success. I then arrange for them to be recorded in a sympathetic manner and then we, the record company, sell them to you, the general public. That’s A&R, artiste and repertoire. Simple, eh?.. Get fucked.
& Steven: Darren, what is the meaning of life?
Darren: Sign good bands. Make records you’re proud of.
& Steven: Meetings. Nothing important ever got decided in a meeting. What they are very good for, however, is stitching up, humiliating and belittling people.
& Trellick: What is the meaning of life, young Stelfox?
Steven: To drive your enemies before you and hear the lamentations of their women.
& Trellick: Success has a thousand fathers, Steven. Failure is an orphan.
& Steven: ...On the other hand, if I don’t sign them and, say, Virgin do and they’re huge, then I’m fucked too. I’m Dick Rowe. I’m the guy who laid a giant shit on the Beatles’ demo and mailed it back to them with little flags sticking out of it saying, ’Go fuck yourselves, you talentless Scouse bastards.’
& Steven: In every difficult, worthwhile endeavor, there will come a point when the easiest course of action is to abandon forward motion, to allow inertia to take over and return to the status quo. ... It is the brave and great man who upon recognizing this point resists inertia and smashes on through to the far side, no matter the cost. I call this juncture ’the critical moment of will’.
& Steven: The taste of victory... Saviour the rusty blood of your enemies, but, remember, the true warrior understands that war is not a crisis or an event but a ceaseless state of being. Power comes from the relentless pursuit of the unattainable.
& Steven: ...secretaries come and go. Bands come and go. Even executives come and go. But record companies, we’re here forever!
& Trellick: What is the meaning of life, young Stelfox?
Steven: It’s to drive your enemies... Your enemies before you.
Darren: And hear the lamentations of their women.
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& Steven: There’s one thing you have to understand about the music industry. We have no obligation to make art. We have no obligation to make political statements. We have no obligation to make good records. We have an obligation to make money. I mean, do these look like the shoes of someone who gives a fuck Velvet Underground? Now, in order to make money, we may sometimes have to make art. We may sometimes have to make political statements. Sometimes we may even have to make good records. Our record company receives half a million demos a year. We sign just ten of them. And who makes these choices? Who is responsible for dividing the wheat from the chaff and providing the soundtrack to your short life on this planet? Us, the elite, the chosen few, the best of the best. The A&R men.
& Steven: So here’s what I do. I listen to music, bands, singers, songwriters, and decide which ones have a good chance of commercial success. I then arrange for them to be recorded in a sympathetic manner and then we, the record company, sell them to you, the general public. That’s A&R, artiste and repertoire. Simple, eh?.. Get fucked.
& Steven: Darren, what is the meaning of life?
Darren: Sign good bands. Make records you’re proud of.
& Steven: Meetings. Nothing important ever got decided in a meeting. What they are very good for, however, is stitching up, humiliating and belittling people.
& Trellick: What is the meaning of life, young Stelfox?
Steven: To drive your enemies before you and hear the lamentations of their women.
& Trellick: Success has a thousand fathers, Steven. Failure is an orphan.
& Steven: ...On the other hand, if I don’t sign them and, say, Virgin do and they’re huge, then I’m fucked too. I’m Dick Rowe. I’m the guy who laid a giant shit on the Beatles’ demo and mailed it back to them with little flags sticking out of it saying, ’Go fuck yourselves, you talentless Scouse bastards.’
& Steven: In every difficult, worthwhile endeavor, there will come a point when the easiest course of action is to abandon forward motion, to allow inertia to take over and return to the status quo. ... It is the brave and great man who upon recognizing this point resists inertia and smashes on through to the far side, no matter the cost. I call this juncture ’the critical moment of will’.
& Steven: The taste of victory... Saviour the rusty blood of your enemies, but, remember, the true warrior understands that war is not a crisis or an event but a ceaseless state of being. Power comes from the relentless pursuit of the unattainable.
& Steven: ...secretaries come and go. Bands come and go. Even executives come and go. But record companies, we’re here forever!
& Trellick: What is the meaning of life, young Stelfox?
Steven: It’s to drive your enemies... Your enemies before you.
Darren: And hear the lamentations of their women.
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On the IMDb
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