Practically Speaking
Posted by Esteban
With Myg & Burgess out sick this past week, it’s been a little quiet around the ol’ M is for Myg office. Sure, Sable and Rain traipse in to pick up their checks, but they’ve got the location assignments, got it? They’re not in the office. The wardrobe people, makeup, photographers — it’s like a goddamn traveling party. I’ll tag along sometimes, see if I can score some free champagne and chat up the catering staff, but after a while someone will say “shouldn’t you be writing something?” BTW, did you know they get to keep all those clothes?
Back at the office, it’s the same four desks and broken coffee machine. And that memo from Myg. “Only one comment on that last post, Esteban. Perhaps turn down the mystical psychobabble just a tad?” Toughest editor I ever had.
“Well, Moody,” I tell myself, “You didn’t become a writer for the money or the fame, right?” And then I realize I’m goddamn talking to myself. Jesus, better go for a cup of coffee. Maybe someone will be down at the club.
And who’s Myg to tell me what to write? I write the truth, goddamnit! And if the uneducated masses can’t handle it, well I guess she’d better just fire me!
Hold on, Moody. You need this gig. DJ’ing isn’t paying the rent yet. And besides, who else is going to give you free reign to go on about your little theories week after week? And think how many times Myg & Burgess have saved your ass, bailed you out, given you a place to crash? You’re not angry at Myg, Moody; you’re angry at yourself. You’ve always wanted to be more accessible, remember? What are you afraid of, anyway?
Shhhh. Talking to yourself again.
funk for the masses | 22 February 2008: play or right-click here to download.
Set list:
Donny Hathaway: The Ghetto - Part 1
Donny Hathaway: The Ghetto - Part 2
Rufus & Chaka Khan: You Got The Love
The Commodores: Slippery When Wet
Earth Wind & Fire: Help Somebody
Bee Gees: Boogie Child
Christina Aguilera, Lil’ Kim, Mya & Pink: Lady Marmalade
DJ Krush: Keeping The Motion
Chris Joss: I Want Freedom
Eugene Blacknell: We Know We Have to Live Together
The Counts: Thinking Single
Ike And Tina Turner: Ghetto Funk
Mighty Flea: Ode To Billy Joe Pt1
Funkadelic: Funky Dollar Bill
The Rollers: Knockin’ At The Wrong Door
Christina Aguilera: It’s a Man’s Man’s Man’s World
Hi Esteban!
Well, I can only contribute one comment, but at least now you have tied the comment count on your last post!
Tell Myg to get off your back!
Really enjoyed the funk set last Friday - looking forward to the next time…
Oh dear, I know how you feel. About that weird relations with editors and talking to yourself.
i would have commented, i swear. its just that i am one of the uneducated masses and i am still trying to understand what you wrote. you know me — i just want to laugh, turn up the music and dance. im just not that deep esteban.
and, i missed your set on Monday and then there was the unfortunate incident with the exclamation points last night. i hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me since i am listnening to the podcast at work and dancing in my seat.
@ Kit: would you write a letter of recommendation for me? Not that I’m applying anywhere, but just for my file, you know.
@ dandellion: Yeah, I don’t know which is worse. (Just kidding; I looooooove Myg!)
@ chestnut: if you are listening to the podcast at work and dancing in your seat, you have understood it all! (P.S. you owe me 6 exclamation points.)
Recommendation letter? Sure! “Scrumptrulescent” is a word, right?
Esteban, nice try but you’re still not getting the corner cube.
Dude, when you say “it’s been a little quiet around the ol’ M is for Myg office” you aren’t kidding - looking at that picture, I think they cleared out and headed south for the rest of the winter! Did they even leave you with a stapler, at least?
Don’t tell Myg, but I always thought “turn down the psychobabble” was an oxymoron, anyway.
Anyway, Moody, keep talking to yourself. We like listening in. Though I don’t always comment, because I read your articles during breakfast and I can’t type and eat at the same time. Okay, not entirely true. I can’t read and do anything at the same time.
Is it Friday night, yet? Funky.