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Mr Mick;
My grandson wrote a letter about the Swans to the Melody Maker in the early Nineties, in which he accused the Swans of having sold out their principles bcause that time around (circa 'The Burning World' I think,) they had written some tunes with recognisable chord patterns. On which basis I dare say he probably compared them to Bros, who you may not remember.
However, such was my grandson's brilliant, corruscating wit that the reviews editor at the time offered him a job, in print, on the letters page and everything!
Famously, that reviews editor of the Melody Maker entered rehab shortly thereafter.
All I'm saying, Mr T, is that it's not too late. To hell with journalism - if Barclays bank, say, are hiring, sign up, take the money, and then write a long, bitter and aversive novel about what a terrible place it is, if you're so minded.
As a young man with dreams I'd imagine you're probably already in hock to Barclays bank or related up to your neck in any case.
But don't worry.
Pull the correct moves now and you can crush those people like insects.
Like bugs.
As if they were nothing.
I'm an old woman now, but I see a lot of my younger self in you, Mr T. Don't make the same mistakes what I did.
Everyone's sick of the media these days.
Better, far better, to go and work at Goldman Sucks or wherever for a couple of years, and then report back from hell with your blood, sweat and tear-stained notebooks, IMVHO. |
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