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I've always wanted to record sugary pop-punk, and then speed it up and add a layers of dirt, noise and feedback to the live shows. Harmonized vocals become group shouts, shiny production turns into Trap Them.
I would release a double-album, the first album being a concept album about a band writing and recording a concept album, the second being that concept, under a completely different style of music.
Form two slightly different styled bands and record splits with myself.
Rum.
Do an album of jazz-renditions of Deep Purple songs, call it Kind of Purple.
So, I would squander my fame and popularity on increasingly obtuse musical projects, all while letting myself slide into a downward spiral of alcohol, psychedelics and amphetamines. Also, have a sex tape! And fake my own public suicide in order to boost album sales.
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now that's funny