Elton John has been in the music industry for quite some time now, and as such he's decided to write a manifesto about how to change it for the better. The answer is less money. Fewer clients. Caring about them, caring about himself, and the music, too. Starting his life, really. He'll be the first to admit, what he was writing was somewhat- touchy feely. He didn't care. He had lost the ability to bullshit. He was the person he had always wanted to be.

He ran out in the middle of the night to find an all night fotomat before he could change his mind. It looked incredible. Even the cover looked like The Catcher in the Rye. He entitled it "The Things We Think and Do Not Say: The Future of Our Business."

Then he made best pals with Jamie Foxx. Sorry, we meant David Furnish.

While we understand there may not have been a vast amount of truth (or sense) in that intro, it's the thought that counts, and millionaire Elton John is most definitely furious about the music industry. So much so in fact, that he's willing to tell it like it is to anyone who'll listen(via Shortlist):

"I think most heads of record companies are idiots. About five per cent are any good. They are only in it for themselves.

 

"They don't care about artists. They're all about the next fix, the next single. It's like they're having a hit of cocaine every 15 seconds.

 

"And if someone falls by the wayside, they're by the wayside. They're not allowed one blip.

 

"In America, most of them are idiots. They're sickening actually. They sicken me. They're thick as shit."

What about fame though Elton? Is fame worth it anymore? Tell us please. We should, actually scratch that, we need to know:

"Do I enjoy success now? Fame is completely different. It's not as innocent.

 

"I don't want to be famous any more, I just want to make my music and have a nice life. But you have to play the game and promote your records, your movies, your musicals - but if I was young, I'd hate it."

So what does all this mean? Breakdown? Breakthrough more like. He couldn't escape one single thought: He hated himself. No, no, here's what it was: He hated his place in the world. He had so much to say and no one to listen. Ah, poor Elton.