sweet, innocent youth
Then one of the wiseacres out in the field would inevitably crack, 'Then why did you swing at it?' Here it is 31 years later and I still don't have a snappy comeback to that question.
Ah, yes, youth; so sweet, so innocent.
But I didn't come here today to talk about the past. I came here today to talk about the future of radio and the recording industry itself. Guess who got a letter from Arbitron Ratings Service yesterday begging me for their help? Yup: me! And do you know what they included in the letter to impart their complete trust in my good taste and musical instincts? A single American dollar.
How about that? You know, I'm glad it was just a dollar and not a million dollars. I'm not doing this for the money. I'm doing this a) because they asked and b) because now more than ever I am needed.
I do find it interesting that when the music industry hit the skids they didn't go to Bono, they didn't go to Eno and they didn't go to Steve Albini. No, they came crawling on their hands and knees to ME. This is a lot of responsibility, and I intend to take this obligation quite seriously.
Your sonic future is in my hands and all I can promise you is that your worlds are going to change, and change for the better. It may not happen overnight, but happen it will.
And to all you radio and record label executives out there, let me just say this: I'll pick up the broken, tangled pieces of your respective industries and I'll make them fly again, but it isn't going to be pretty. The road is going to be long and hard, and when we get to the end of it there isn't going to be even one of you no-good s.o.b.'s who won't regret having met me, even for tea. That being said, I encourage you all to buckle your seatbelts.
It's going to be a bumpy ride.
Song for the day: #222 -- 'Big Me' by the Foo Fighters.