I took
the contract to
Feinstein. The band had absolutely no complaints about the deal (in fact, the phrases "thank fucking God" and "holy fuck
why didn't you sign already" were tossed around liberally), but I figured I should take it to a lawyer to make sure Mildew wasn't trying to fuck us in some way.
Feinstein checked it out as thoroughly as he usually does, and he said it was fine—"nothing objectionable," he said. "In fact, it's a suspiciously good offer, all things considered."
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Written by Girth McDürchstein