Would you rather be a filthy stinkin' rock star a la Maroon 5 crap, or hopelessly obscure and talented (but not nearly as lucky) as, oh say, Slint*?

*pretend Spiderland died as God had originally intended.

Me:
I'd pick obscure and talented, but then again I'm an idiot. (I guess I'm destined to never sleep with Kate Moss... damn-it!)