This explains it all.
The room is dark. The air is stale, and reeks of acrimony. The resentment is palpable. We do not grumble. We do not complain. We do not judge. We abide the status quo. We tolerate injustice. We witness hurt inflicted upon the hopeful. We catch a wisp of an apology now, and again. We believe illogical rationalizations of obvious wrongdoings. We repeat the same behavior again, and again; hoping for the outcome to be different “The Next Time”.
We seek fellowship, and instead we are engaged in battle. We desire inspection, creative criticism of, and possibly appreciation for our art. Instead our creations are cataloged, classified, and reduced to numerical nothingness. We invest time, sweat, bits of our soul, and large amounts of our cash to an unbreakable deadlock.
Many of you disagree. We know, and we understand. “It’s a free site!”, you say. “It’s got its problems, but it’s still great!” If empirical datums were offered along with these claims; as rational humans, we may be persuaded. However, our collective frustrations have reached critical mass at this moment in time.
We, the Anarchistic Collective Of Musicians and Fans listed below, have decided that we no longer desire to contribute to the Capitalist cash monster that is Ourstage.
We have in fact found a much more fulfilling atmosphere to watch our “Musical Children” grow, and thrive in. A place free of ‘click me’ advertisements for male enhancement products, and online dating services.