When I was three, my parents bought me "Baby's First Record Company" for my birthday. As the fake CEO of my own label (CootieSound Records), I spent hours upbraiding my younger brother (then two) for funneling huge amounts of play payola to pretend D.J.s, then lecturing him on make-believe business ethics and boasting about my manufactured hit-making acumen. I still have the little, cardboard, platinum records for Girls are Icky and Guess What? Chicken Butt hanging on the wall of my office. So, you can see why I'm so excited about the possibility of working for a real record company...
Sunday, May 20, 2007
from an e-mail to Capital Records
When I was three, my parents bought me "Baby's First Record Company" for my birthday. As the fake CEO of my own label (CootieSound Records), I spent hours upbraiding my younger brother (then two) for funneling huge amounts of play payola to pretend D.J.s, then lecturing him on make-believe business ethics and boasting about my manufactured hit-making acumen. I still have the little, cardboard, platinum records for Girls are Icky and Guess What? Chicken Butt hanging on the wall of my office. So, you can see why I'm so excited about the possibility of working for a real record company...
