I cannot possibly write about this book.
Recently, I learned that JNCO actually stood for something—Judge None, Choose One—which seems pretty dramatic and heavy handed for a company that makes ridiculously oversized and marginally expensive pairs of jeans.
Hopefully everyone will know what I’m talking about with this because it’s kind of a weird experience when it happens. It’s completely by chance, and kind of a “take what you want from it” sort of thing. I choose to take a mental note of these moments, mostly because if it’s a fairly decent song and a memorable time then it should be remembered regardless of the situation.
Don’t tell me the score
Someone once said that America will be remembered for exactly three things: 1) The Constitution, 2) Jazz and 3) Baseball.
One of the advantages of reading books from this list 20 years after the fact is that you sometimes get updates added to later editions of a book that shed more light on the story.
The music industry is at a crossroads. If stolen, neglected, and not cared for, it will die.
Maybe it’s just me, but I’d like there to be at least some meaning or story behind the thing that I am more than likely paying quite a bit of money for, that is being permanently etched into my skin. I suppose this is how people end up with tribal designs or barbed wire on their biceps, or portraits of a naked woman riding a flaming boner
I get it, but I don’t get it. When, and how, is that kind of a call made? What was it that was the breaking point—too much of a liability to continue to house? Too vicious with a staff member? Or was her health actually that compromised—was her disposition and her continually rigid body a sign of a larger problem that hadn’t been addressed?
“The only people who are against it are Limerick people because they don’t want to admit it was like that.”