Day: May 11, 2008

In a preemptive strike to save my future political career, I hereby disavow any knowledge of the events perpetuated by one Hut234 and shamelessly blogged by one RustedRobot about my past association with Tar Hut Records.

Let me say at the outset that I vehemently disagree and strongly condemn the statements that have been the subject of this controversy. I categorically denounce any statement that disparages our great label or serves to divide me from potential future girlfriends. I also believe that words that degrade individuals have no place in our public dialogue, whether it’s on Hut234’s MySpace page or in RustedRobot’s blog. In sum, I reject outright the statements by Hut234 that are at issue.

For some, nagging questions remain. Did I know Hut234 to be an occasionally fierce critic of some of our CD art? Of course. Did I ever hear him make remarks that could be considered controversial while at a show? Yes. Did I strongly disagree with many of his A&R; decisions? Absolutely.

And the notion that somehow as a consequence of me knowing somebody who engaged in detestable acts 9 years ago, when I was 40 years old, somehow reflects on me and my values doesn’t make much sense.

Let me repeat what I’ve said earlier. All of the statements and odors that have been the subject of controversy are ones that I vehemently condemn.

Thank you and God Bless America.

I’m glad we said goodbye. Over the past few weeks we had a few extra meetings and some honest discussion about the whys, but throughout I acted like it wasn’t really happening; that Monday morning the cheery Aussie accent would fill my office…

Friday was Natira’s last day at Kronos. She and Rod are going home to Sydney, Australia after 2 1/2 years stateside. Last night I attended a “Farewell to the Fabulous Drayton’s” party at Barb’s. My date for the evening was little Miss Madison, as Megan was employed for the evenings events. Seeing a blanket-swaddled Madison “flying” in Rod’s arms on the deck with the Atlantic Ocean backdrop was the lightest moment of the night for me. A happy girl with a natural future dad…

Near baby departure time, the young bartender passed small Limoncello shots to all the guests for a toast. I passed, but looked up astonished to see Kyle throw back the first alcohol to ever pass his lips. He took a little teasing, but was unaffected and sang all the way home.

Rod and Natira came out to the car with us to give me Nat’s laptop and a nice bagel-width toaster. After the formalities, we entered an awkward embrace; words jumbled in my mind and choking vocal chords unaiding their delivery. My final impression is of the silhouetted couple walking away hand in hand. Beautiful.

I didn’t think it was going to be so hard.

So what do you say when they slip away?
That’s how it is
And you can’t change a thing about the way things are
So I’m not trying

Keeping track of the brand new days
I wish that I could turn them in
To something different than what we’ve got
Cuz now we’re missing your ways
Oh yeah we’re missing your ways

Goodbye Friend

Anders Parker – “Goodbye Friend” from Tell it to the Dust – 2004