Residual Memories

When echoes of comedy ghosts deliver fractions-of-pennies from heaven

Mockup of an album cover concept for the lost 2022 recording.

I’m getting another royalty payment today.  Don’t break out the Cristal just yet – my distributor cuts me a check (how’s that for an old-people term?) whenever the trickle of streaming residuals reaches fifty bucks.  I haven’t uploaded new material into the gaping maw of Content since 2019, but every six months or so I get another payment.

I do nothing to promote my old albums, I didn’t lift a finger to earn that money, and I claim no credit for hustling to get those jokes in front of new people.  But each installment is a drop in the bucket against what I did to my life putting those sets together.  And I will tell you that I’ve never not needed that fifty dollars when it hits my account.