A good friend of mine just relayed that he has left two decades of high profile record company and marketing agency jobs behind to become an executive recruiter – and I couldn’t be happier – for a couple of reasons. This is a good man, who is smart enough to write the majority of his own proverbial ticket. I’m happy because he has chosen a career path based on his interpersonal skills and his desire to connect people with professional situations that suit them. I fix people’s computers when I go over to their houses, he hooks them up with a good job – he wins.
I’ve had my own fair-to-midland experiences with recruiters and hiring execs. Most are pleasant, but ultimately not in a position to help everyone they come accross due to the unfortunate mathematic ratio of candidates to open positions. Certainly very few of them seem cognizant of, let alone sympathetic to, the tough situation most job seekers are naturally in. And even fewer seem compelled to display even a basic level of professional courtesy. In the music industry, good people have adopted very very bad habits and no one can do much about it given the industry’s current state.
My personal and professional propensity for start up and tech-oriented companies has put me in some exciting yet ultimately short-lived work situations. Dot coms, indie labels, and HD concert companies have been damn exciting, but not too good for the ol’ longevity fix. I do love being employee #3 of a start up, but that does seem proportional to the amount of times I’ve been, ehm, “in between opportunites”. So, I know better than most what it’s like to be blown through or ignored by an entertainment marketing executive. The accumulation of roughshod treatment I’ve received while job seeking has made me keenly aware of how my own behavior will change when I am in a position to hire and/or deal with applicants. And that brings me back to my friend and his new career path. He has already erased, in one week of communication, my feeling that recruiters are basically the human resources version of a overcaffeinated day trader who has swapped jockeying commodities for resumes. Now if he could only get more entertainment marketing executives to realize that it’s good form to reply / respond to that small group of 2nd interviewers when you hire someone else…
In 1978, William Shatner was the host and musical guest at the Science Fiction Movie Awards, where he bequeathed us a psueudo beatnik spoken word “Rocket Man”. “The Shat” even rolled his own “jazz cigarette” for the shoot. Please note the 2:58 remaining mark where the 70’s video editing culminates in a superimposed 2nd Shat, doing the chorus.
Family Guy’s Stewie Griffin nails it 25 years later.
What happens when you cross the true genius behind sock puppets Sifl & Olly with the best Queens of the Stone Age album in 5 years? A wonderful lo-fi melange of marketing & wit and the birth of a new advertising icon sure to live forever alongside Speedy Alkaseltzer, the Pilsbury Dough Boy and Mr. Clean.
Meet “Bulby”. He’s viral, baby.
By the way, I like knowing the code… it makes me feel like a total hakxzorz, if only for a moment. But can someone tell me exactly what do actually DO with this string of characters in order to decrypt? Would it help if I actually owned an HD DVD player?
I miss the cassette. I took great care to hit unpause/record while dropping down a stylus to create many a tight mix on a Maxell. In retrospect, it lead right into the way my iPod shuffles around today. My automobile still has a cassette player in the dash. 99.5% of the time it’s used for the iPod adapter, but once a year or so, I’ll dig through the closet and find a tape from 1987 and use the deck for what it was originally intended to do – just to keep that blood flow going and to remind the Sony head unit of it’s original intention. The music usually sounds dated, but I am brought willingly back to my thoughts and preferences from 20 years ago. It’s like an audio-diary, complete with a cheesy “Dear Jay,” intro. In my teens, I didn’t keep a diary and I damn sure didn’t write much.
Pictures are different. You pose. You’re ready for them. They only capture a single moment. 90 minutes worth of music could take several days to document, never mind finding and creating a cover insert… In the land of “Web 2.0”, I’ll hereby consider cassettes an “audio retro-blog”.