Wednesday, 4 May 2011

Julian Treger wants money

Oh, we all want money, son. Why don't you go out and get a job, like we have to? No one gives you anything in this life. You've got to work for it. When I was your age ...

Actually, I'm fooling around, Jules does have a job, of sorts. He's a co-founder and managing partner of Audley Capital. He has this European Opportunities fund that he's opening up to new investors. That's what he needs the money for.

I've got a few hundred quid I could give him. However, I'm going to spend it on a Tascam portable recording studio machine thing. In my youth, I would hire professional musicians to play on my demo tapes, but I can't afford to do that now. Besides, it's unnecessary. I only need simple recordings of songs that I can send publishers. I don't want to be a rock star. Too long in the tooth for all that caper. The game has changed anyway. It wouldn't be no fun. I just need to make some money as a songwriter. We all need to make money. Money is freedom and power - if you have enough of it. Jules knows what I'm talking about.

That's what the socialists don't understand. Freedom and power. They think the poor want to stay poor. Strangely enough, I don't think I've ever met a poor socialist. Well, that's a lie. There's been a few working-class ones. Even in this day and age, you'll find a few working-class ones, worthy of respect, almost. But the majority of them have been of the champagne variety. They wouldn't touch the 'scum' they pretend to love with a bargepole. I wish I could understand them. Maybe it's a form of psychological self-preservation. They need to believe that they are good? I don't know. What do I know? They're alien, to me.