flexy / popoplexy

I lost the Bomp job. Too hectic a schedule for them, too much going to New Zealand, could never get in there early enough for them. Suzy gets up at 5 and goes in, but she's 53 and has her life set and figured out. She was nice about it, no hard feelings. I will miss seeing Duane Peters come in randomly and say funny recovered-junkie skater icon things. I won't miss the negativity, from Patrick, and the total judgemental-ness of the supposed underground punk whatev, blah. Seeing what 30 years in the music business can do to you, how bitter and French it can make you, makes me happy I dont give a shit as much. And that I didn't spend my life releasing albums by people I hated on principle. I will miss: Steve time, ice cream, pork, cds, lots of vinyl, and whatever cred it provided. But I'm not interested in "the '77 Sound" cred, or "Brian Jonestown's Psychedelic Redundancy" cred. Luckily, I dont give a shit, and now i won't have to hide my snickering when someone makes a big deal out of the Black Lips.

Onwards and down-under-wards. . .

;W