This popped up on my Treo last week while I was waiting for a plane and idling away the time with Google mobile.
““The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There’s also a negative side.” –
— Hunter S. Thompson
I wish I could write a sentence like that.
Something tells me you can.
Actually, you sort of do on a daily basis … I’ve been in your meetings … bad craziness …
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” HST
Nah, it would just sound like him. Any one who can go from “trench” to “plastic hallway” in the same metaphor deserves to have his ashes shot out of a cannon.
Oh come on. I was a model of decorum and meeting management. I hear that the new motto for meetings (per J. Alla) is whenever bad news is mentioned in a meeting is to say, “F$%^&g Churbuck!” even if the bad news occurred any time after my departure. Always blame the mess on the last to leave is a good rule of corporate life.
That makes me proud.
“There he goes. One of God’s own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die. ” That’s what we really say …
Well, actually, we just say … “shit!” … and bobbed our heads all around …
I’ve been in those same meetings. David, you have the rare ability to spew out the linguistic equivalent of napalm – leaving the listener is badly badly burned, yet yet feeling only warmth. Alla can confirm, though your name is occassionaly used in vain… it’s generally the end result of a vain attempt to to explain why we are doing something right. ie: “Because Churbuck said we should.”
the tender mercy about getting canned is that they can blame shit on me after i’m gone, but they can’t blame me for leaving…tee hee