Do you want to Join my Club?
If you want some background to this then read here:
http://thesecretdiaryofabum.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-mickey-mouse-club.html
Well, three days after that I called her.
Her: "We have re-established contact with the original director so we don't need your help. I hope you don't think we've messed you around?"
Me: "Oh no, don't worry about it."
Fuck it. What was I going to do? I am so used to people in the lower echelons of the music industry being total wastes of time that I am almost impervious to it. They only wanted me to do it because they were having problems with the original director.
Cut forwards in time.
On Monday she called me:
Her: "We shot the video yesterday... we won't be dealing with that waste of space again."
Me: "Oh really, what happened?"
In short - they need the video shot again.
And by me this time.
Basically, on a long enough timeline every waste of space will fuck themselves over. So now it is our time to prove ourselves worthy. The Legacy of thet previous waste of space is that this lot expect us to deal with the same amount of money that they did.
And they did by cutting a lot of corners.
So in order to step up we need to do a good job. But we cannot cut corners because we are trying to make this sustainable.
But fuck them if they expect me to break my ass for them. I have a meeting with them and my producer in just over an hour. I'm not especially excited - if anything I am bored about it.
They want a crappy-ass video for crappy-ass money - and it's for a crappy-ass song. So they've come to thhe right place:
The Mickey Mouse Club.
Doom/Blondie
xx
http://thesecretdiaryofabum.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-mickey-mouse-club.html
Well, three days after that I called her.
Her: "We have re-established contact with the original director so we don't need your help. I hope you don't think we've messed you around?"
Me: "Oh no, don't worry about it."
Fuck it. What was I going to do? I am so used to people in the lower echelons of the music industry being total wastes of time that I am almost impervious to it. They only wanted me to do it because they were having problems with the original director.
Cut forwards in time.
On Monday she called me:
Her: "We shot the video yesterday... we won't be dealing with that waste of space again."
Me: "Oh really, what happened?"
In short - they need the video shot again.
And by me this time.
Basically, on a long enough timeline every waste of space will fuck themselves over. So now it is our time to prove ourselves worthy. The Legacy of thet previous waste of space is that this lot expect us to deal with the same amount of money that they did.
And they did by cutting a lot of corners.
So in order to step up we need to do a good job. But we cannot cut corners because we are trying to make this sustainable.
But fuck them if they expect me to break my ass for them. I have a meeting with them and my producer in just over an hour. I'm not especially excited - if anything I am bored about it.
They want a crappy-ass video for crappy-ass money - and it's for a crappy-ass song. So they've come to thhe right place:
The Mickey Mouse Club.
Doom/Blondie
xx
posted by Doom/Blondie at Wednesday, March 15, 2006
2 Comments:
I want to join... But err, what can I do exactly... Leme see, do you need hair and makeup people? I did a course on that a while ago... err.. what else, can I come replace the lead singer??
PS: not very rich. :)
x
And doesn't that sound familiar!!
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