Time Travel…
I want to talk about something that you’ve all been waiting for me to talk about. I think there’s never a right time and there’s always a right time, so I’m going to go for it… time travel. I know you thought sushi. “It’s always food with this guy.” No, I’ll talk about sushi on the next column. I think of this as a column. The 1960’s is when I first started reading books that were collections of columns by Art Buchwald, Howard Cosell, (I don’t expect you to know any of these names) and the descendents of Mark Twain. There’s more that goes into a blog and the printed word. It’s a bit more sacred because it lasts longer when it ends up on paper. Steve Jobs said that he felt terrible for new, young artists who only worked in the digital forum because all of their work is going to disappear. In my business alone, (I know you’re wondering… “What business is that Diamond Dave?” It’s telecommunications in all of its departments including women’s lingerie. I am that ant in your pants) there has been 80 different transfers of media. I have entire record albums that I can take out to Henson Recording Studios (In one handful of visits I’ve run into everybody from Timberlake to McCartney… excuse me, I think I just dropped a name. They look me square in the eye and say Dave, “We can’t transfer that anymore. We don’t have that machine” or “That machine isn’t made in America. We know where it’s made but we currently have an embargo.” Where is my record now? You’re breathing it…
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