Today, in the car, my son asked to listen to my CD (available,
here [fireworks and flashing sign in the shape of an arrow pointing to the link]!) so I put it on. Halfway through the first song, my son asked me: "Dad, are you ever going to try to get a record deal."
I thought about it for longer than I needed to. "No," I told him.
"Why?"
"Too much work," I said. "If someone heard my music on Internet radio or something and offered me a deal, I would consider it," I said. "But I'm not going to waste valuable time trying to get signed."
His knowledge of the record business, at this point, comes exclusively from the sit-com
Full House, which, for some reason, he is addicted to. He knows "Uncle Jesse" (John Stamos) was in a band and they had a contract, etc.
"What if," he said, echoing the show, "you had a hit in Japan?"
