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a cruel and shallow money-trench

The name is a genteel hangover from another era, reeking of civility and respect, of Ahmet Ertegun in a spun-silk suit leafing through some sheet music with Ray Charles. The reality was somewhat different: a generation of twentysomethings blasted to the gills on cocaine, tearing around the world trying not to lose their jobs by doing something crazy. Like actually signing a band.

John Niven in the London Times on life as an A&R man in the '90s. Via The Contrarian.

Posted by Mike on February 15, 2008 9:32 PM |

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