2007-09-26 16:44:00
I arrived at the recording studio early. A band I wasmanaging was cutting a new release. Six months ago theseguys were dog shit on the sidewalk. Last week they had theaudacity to walk out of a session just because somebodybought the wrong brand of beer. Funny how a little taste ofsuccess can turn some people into temperamental pricks. Butso long as they keep bringing in the hits, I'll continue todo everything I can to make certain everything is up to theirbloated expectations.It was purely by chance that I heard the kid. His voicewas like that of a soulful angel. When I heard him, I had tosee the face that went with the voice. Silently I slippedinto the studio. I couldn't believe my fucking eyes. Sooften the voice doesn't match the face. That wasn't the casewith this kid. He not only sounded like an angel, he lookedlike one.He was quite young and even though his wavy, brown hairhung down past his shoulders, he was wholesome looking. Hisfeatures were more beautiful than handsome. I