You just have to love Robbie Fulks:
“Every different kind of professional entertainer is ultimately the same kind: a stripper. You rev up the fake fun machine night after night, you lay yourself before an endless, asinine parade of driveling half-wit fans, excelled in their native loathsomeness only by the crooked promoters, managerial slime, hired muscle, simpering ultramontanists, magazine writers, and miscellaneous nocturnal fauna that surround you constantly in your offstage hours, and soon the world begins to take on a dismal cast indeed. In fairness, though, it must be stipulated that going around the country as a stripper or a second-rate BTO act is not the best way to meet interesting people while preserving your idealism.”