Dad was in show business. He managed talent. What I remember most was how he spoke to his clients. He loved them. He was their biggest fan. Philosophy is the talk on the cereal box One summer night, below street level, in the dressing room of the now historic Folk City, I was offered a major recording contract. A considerable detour for an Ivy Leaguer. "Army, School or Work … or Freedom," was the track off that first album that I slated for the first single release. It was an anthem depicting a philosophy on life's cereal box of options. The choice between the traditional Corn Flakes path versus the Lucky Charms of my alternative musings. I was convinced the song would resonate with my audience, that it would be the foundation to build a fan base around. The label believed otherwise. They opted for the traditional "hit" -- the formula song. The one that sounded like everyone else's. You can guess how that all worked out. Choke me in the shallow wat...
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