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| Politics Of The Business |
| Monday, February 14, 2005 |
Today is Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day is a day I normally pay no attention to. Heck, it's a day that's supposed to be in celebration love yet has the initials VD so how seriously can one honestly take it? I’m usually single when the 14th of February rolls around and this year is no different. I like it that way. I don’t have to worry about picking out the perfect card, finding the right box of chocolates or shopping for a gift. It’s not that I have anything against the concept of love, I’m just not cool with a day picked out that forces love, that makes it seem like love is a necessity and if you don’t have it there’s something wrong with you. That being said, I had a nice Valentine’s Day moment at the gym today. I was walking out from a killer workout, Chest and Bi’s, and I happened to be walking right next to one of the girls I see there on a regular basis. I’d never spoken with her before, but since we were walking together, and it was raining so we had to take a second to zip up our respective fleeces, I figured what the heck. I made a light joke and introduced myself. We talked while we walked and from our 30 second convo she seems pretty cool. Hopefully she’ll end up another person I can say "hey" to when I go to the gym. (Yes, that’s what qualifies as a nice Valentine’s Day moment for me, sorry if it’s not as crazy as you might have wanted it to be.)
This past weekend was great. I ended up writing four interviews and the pitches for them so all I’ve had to do today is email out pitches and go to the gym. I love days like today, when I’ve organized my life in such a way that I can start the week slowly. Plus it’s raining so I’m getting a free car wash! Tomorrow I have two interviews scheduled, one with my boy Insanate and one with the Ego Trip collective (Ego Trip’s Big Book of Rap Lists, Ego Trip’s Big Book of Racism), and on Thursday I have a smaller interview scheduled that’s for a much bigger piece that I’m working on.
In other work news it seems I’ve developed, really through no fault of my own, a low level enemy within the state of Connecticut. It was bound to happen. There is a certain type of person in the music industry who gets very scared when they see someone in their area doing things bigger than they are. It turns out this dude is pretty scared of me. He called me up ranting and raving that he thinks I almost cost him his job. Hey, guess what, if one person can cost you your job, and that one person is me, you’re job security isn’t very good to begin with. This bottom feeder ended up sending me an email, full of misspelled words, telling me in no uncertain terms that he feels I have a massive ego and that I and can go "fuck myself." Bear in mind it I had the ability to fuck myself I probably wouldn’t get nearly as much done in a day, but that notwithstanding nobody can explain to me why this person feels I have a big ego. I simply do my job and when people ask me what my job is I tell them.
The background on this is that this person called me up at In Da Mixx at the end of the show (midnight) saying he wanted to speak with me about the interviews I was doing the next day. I thought this was odd since he had nothing to do with them. I wrote to my homegirl who had set them up that someone else was contacting me in regards to my interviews, but I thought everything would be cool, and pretty much left it at that. All of a sudden this guy is going crazy saying I told him we can work together despite not liking each other (which is actually true) and this was his way of trying to work with me and I threw it in his face. Hmmm, so lemme get this straight, your way of working with me involves attempting to steal at least some of the credit from me and my contact person who set up the interviews by trying to take some part in them? Sorry bottom feeder, that’s not how it works. If you want to be involved in the set up of an interview, be involved from jump, don’t try to jump in once someone else has done all the leg work. I also found it very interesting that this person only wanted to work with me when he knew I was doing something big. Classic coattail rider. He saw something potentially important and wanted to try to show an artist, or his bosses, that he’s more important than he really is. It’s no surprise, that’s how career bottom feeders work.
Final Thought: I don’t watch award shows so I didn’t catch much of The Grammys. I just can’t force myself to care about millionaires patting each other on the back. Alicia Keys, however, just gets hotter and hotter every time I see her. I REALLY hope to bump into her at an event sometime soon. Talented and gorgeous, now that’s something worth singing about! |
posted by Adam Bernard @ 4:40 PM  |
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