when the week starts off reading an article in Science where someone actually dug into how the Hierarchy dominates faculty hiring... forget it. I read it, started to work through how you're better off playing roulette and this big long thing about odds in casino games.
Nah, never mind. Got better things to do with my time, right.
Then I came to the end of my week and watched this wonderfully done video by the Professor of Rock on YouTube:
Look, I know the story of how Paul Simon screwed Los Lobos. What David Bowie did to Stevie Ray Vaughan. And many other similar tales, movies books plays you name it and there's so many many ways that not just the money screws people, but other artists do as well. Like they've decided that because it happened to them it makes it ok to pass it on.
And look, Mick and Keith signing the rights back to Richard was the right thing to do. Stipulated.
After 22 fucking years of cashing those goddamned checks?
Though there is one hilarious moment in the middle of this week, driving back to the hotel room for a day gig trip and the streaming service spit out Nickelback's Rockstar, which I haven't heard in a good long while. And I still can't help smiling at the one lyric in that song that I've always wondered is what really got them put into such a bad odor with the cognoscenti: I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs, lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong.
No it's not a koan, but it was a giggle in the middle of a long week. Just glad I got back on the plane before Ian started making its way up the coast. My heart and help will be going out to a lot of folks who are hurting, and will be. Stay safe and sane where you can, people.
