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Sunday, March 28, 2004

Let’s get this much straight. . .

. . . there is no way I can be mistaken for this guy.  It’s just not even remotely possible.  So stop bringing it up already.

TUESDAY UPDATE:  Until yesterday I had never heard of Michael Bubl?© until a former mid-1980s bandmate of mine (Michael Dean, my bassist in Baby Opaque, later of the legendary Bay Area band “Bomb") decided to needle me by asking if people had been confusing me for him.  Then I get an email from one Graeme Bristol in Bangkok, saying, “Come on now, just a little touch-up in Photoshop and, indeed, you’re a teen star!  Moonlighting on weekends.  No wonder you don’t get those papers graded in a timely fashion.  The pressures of the tour, the whining roadies, the adoring fans, the groupies, the backstage parties, the limos in the pool (no, that was that rowdy ne’er-do-well, Keith Moon).” I protested to Mr. Bristol that I did indeed return my papers in a timely fashion, but that yes, the backstage parties were beginning to take their toll, and I appreciate the sympathy.

Then today I open this week’s New Yorker and find the following finely-turned paragraph from one Sasha Frere-Jones, writing on pop phenom Norah Jones:

There are sociological explanations.  Critics point out, accurately, that young artists like Jones, who is twenty-five, and Josh Groban and Michael Bubl?© are selling soothing songs by the seashore to a much older audience.  These artists’ faith in melody and acoustic instruments ostensibly provides evidence that not all musicians below the age of thirty are getting tattooed with runic symbols and sending viruses to each other on tiny, inscrutable batphones.  Record companies have agreed to think that the older audience is their pot of gold.  This is half science-- the percentage of records being bought by listeners above the age of thirty is growing-- and half hearsay.  Older listeners are continually saddled with the calumny that they are too dumb or scared to download music for free.

Damn, I wish I’d written that bit about the runic symbols and the inscrutable batphones.  Anyway, it’s clearly Michael Bubl?© Week here at michaelberube.com, so let the backstage party begin.

Posted by Michael on 03/28 at 02:12 PM
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