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Aug272008

On the Road

Astonishingly absurd: 43 weeks into a tour with 25 weeks to go.

Far-fetched and fabulous : My life

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Aug112008

On the Road

The pathetic act of a self-appointed title has gotten out of control. Email after email, everyone has a tag at their end of the message with their name, mobile number, email address and then of course – a title – “their title.” The title is always a font larger than everything else and prominently displayed for all recipients. Just a friendly reminder on the caliber of idiot they’re about to exchange carbon copy emails with.

I understand the need for hierarchy and can digest the food chain laid out for consumption. I acknowledge the necessity so new people introduced to the environment know where they stand and where NOT to stand. I respect those working their asses off in the stratosphere of touring and I’ve the same amount of respect those out in the ether; those untouchable celebrities who reside in their own exospheres. Must we declare our job titles and what compels us to do so? Trust me, I am doing my diplomatic damnedest not to reveal any specific titles because then you’ll think I am calling out a specific few posers. I’m not – I’m just over it. Over the whole bullshit pompous parade of people reminding others of who they think they are.

I’ll always play down my position versus pretending I’m a big fish in a very small pond. I’d rather someone discover my value than for me to tell them or worse yet, remind them of who I think I am. The only person allowed to behave larger than life is the artist – period.

I’ll gladly share with you for WHOM I work but I don’t care to reveal what I do for them. And I’m not exactly sure of what I do but I know it takes me all day to do it.

It’s just me. Title not included.

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