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Family Hughes getting the very first signings, literally.
Good mexican food and free beer! And free Monster to keep you up all night.
I had this short conversation with the drummer [paraphrased]:
“Listen to the record,” he instructs me.
“Actually, I have been,” I inform him.
“Oh,” he surprises.
“A friend hooked me up with it a few weeks ago.”
Look of irritation and subtle confusion: “Where’d he get it?”
“I don’t know, from a friend who always has everything. The original source is unknown.”
More irritation, possible pissy-ness [me realizing maybe I shouldn’t have said anything], something like, “Yeah you never know with these things.”
“But I came and got the actual artifact!” holding up signed CD leaf dramatically.
“That’s a good thing!” somewhat condescendingly.
“But you’re what? A 23-member band now? At 15 bucks, even if you got all the money from it, that’s less than a buck a person. That’s harsh!”
“Yeah…” trailing out and looking dejected.
“I felt like I should have just come here, gone down the line and given everybody a couple bucks.”
Look of astonishment. Me realizing I shouldn’t go into the whole rethinking-distribution tirade of Integration Research. Move on to next person.