I walked into the A&R guy’s office, it’s on the top floor. The manmade fibres in the shagpile carpet were making my new rayon shirt tingle. It was hot outside…LA hot, but not as hot as it was in there… I needed an answer and I needed it right there.
He took a sip of his scotch…. it was 1pm… the reel to reel blasting out distorted commercial pop in full Dolby stereo …
“I’m gonna make you famous boy… real famous…”
