THE GOOD, THE SMALL, AND THE PERSISTENT
The story of rock ’n’ roll as corporate history is so rife with examples of misdirection, mismanagement, and Miss Ellieisms that it would take a couple of bibles to catalogue them. I won’t even try because I might catch the dreaded rock industry cooties even as I sit here typing! That’s right, I might start taking the whole thing seriously—the most malicious aspect of the cooties.
THE GOOD,THE SMALL, AND THE PERSISTENT
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J. Kordosh
The story of rock ’n’ roll as corporate history is so rife with examples of misdirection, mismanagement, and Miss Ellieisms that it would take a couple of bibles to catalogue them. I won’t even try because I might catch the dreaded rock industry cooties even as I sit here typing! That’s right, I might start taking the whole thing seriously—the most malicious aspect of the cooties. (To quote Eric Burdon, whose cootie-ridden body was never found after his deserved disappearance: “If you wanna find the truth in life, don’t pass music by.” That’s right, Eric, run it over with a semi.)
Who spreads this baffling disease, anyway? Your radio, for sure, but not without the help of the major record companies. These Typhoid Zsa Zsas'have never quite grasped what they had—and have—in rock ’n’ roll and its various bastard children. Rock is a joke—and a good one— but imagine how much fun it is to explain the production costs for dented tuna cans like Tusk to a bunch of your fellow businessmen. I mean, “I’ve got some good news and some bad news,” it’s not.