June 24, 2007
I'd stay and be a tourist but I can't take the gun play...
We're back bitches, and I mean that in a non judgemental way. Been almost a year since the fat guy kicked it off the road. Much has changed since then. Primarily, being able to serve, obey and enjoy serving my corporate master. Much of the life of ABD has been being able to cronicle the happenings at the big rock show. Or, more aptly, as big a rock show as I was on at the time. Things change in life, kids. That's how the cookie crumbles. One day you're sleeping in a bed that travels 70 mph, not being able (or willing) to take a shit until that bed stops (usually at the next gig) to going to a plush resort, pushing the Go Button (tm) at least 50 or 60 times a gig and having to fit into an environment that isn't exactly former rock roadie friendly.
The pretty restrictive NDA that I signed, which may have already been breached, won't let me post like I did in the three or so previous years where you, dear reader, got a glimpse inside what was happening on the rock show. This production show thing is different, in that I can't piss off some uptight assholes and expect to keep my cushy gig at one of the big shows on the Strip. And there is more than a fair share of uptight assholes on the Strip. Due to all of that, and the fact I started burning out on writing more than a year ago, I decided to do ABD more like an HBO TV series than some navel gazing tech worker blog post. By the way, where the fuck is my final season of The Wire and why did Brad Grey pussify the Soprano's finale? Let's not even get into what happened to Deadwood other than to say that John guy from Cinncy better fucking well deliver on my entertainment value.
That said, this "season" ABD will take on a few topics. In no particular order, one is the changing and acclimation of going from touring rock guy to production show guy on the strip where I have as much experience as most of these kids are old. Sometimes it's pretty scary. And I mean that in an Eddie Haskell sort of way. That will be some real fish out of water stuff and let's hope I don't get sacked along the way. Another pet project of mine will be getting young people ready for entry into this so called great profession. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to do anything else, and that's not because at this point I couldn't get a job doing anything else. At least not for this kind of dough. Truth is, at least the truth as I see it, is that many (perhaps most) of the youngsters getting into the biz today are sorely equipped to perform at the levels we need them too. Or maybe I'm just too crusty an old fart and shouldn't smack down the kids. No, I should, chances are some of them deserve it. Lastly, we'll do something near and dear to me, motorsport. I'm just starting with the karts again and looking to other forms of motorsport. Should be fun, at least for me anyway.
Posted by Dave at 08:19 AM
June 19, 2007
Home Is Where The Kart Is
Posted by Dave at 05:51 PM
June 11, 2007
Should Have Taken The Red Pill
Posted by Dave at 11:44 PM