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7 Jun
Re: A Lesson from the 1992 Presidential Campaign

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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Fri,  7 Jun 96 13:38:13 -0700
To: Fun_People
Subject: Re: A Lesson from the 1992 Presidential Campaign

 From: (Jef Jaisun)
 Subject: Re: A Lesson from the 1992 Presidential Campaign

Reminds me of an incident with my bank manager, who was about 38 or 40 in
1983. I went in to talk to him about a home loan. He knew I was a good
credit risk, but he also knew that myo musician's life style left me toeing
the poverty line. To bolster my credibility, I brought along all the credit
cards I'd amassed, housed in a Bullwinkle-style itty-bitty-card wallet ---
OOPS! As they all tumbled out in pre-determined sequence, I smiled. He shook
his head.

"Jef, you've sold out," he mused. And then, as if he were a talk show
phone-in hack blubbering, "but that's not really why I called," he dropped
this bombshell.
	"You know, me and a couple of friends are starting a band. I really
want to be up on the stage playing Louie, Louie. I can't stand the banking
business anymore. One of my buddies is a doctor and one is a lawyer. We're
going to call ourselves the Mid-Life Crisis Band. Whadaya think?"

I think people who think like that have to realize a couple things:
	1. They're probably too old to be sex symbols for 18-year-old girls.
Their "P-factor" is near zero. So, the primary reason for becoming a
musician has already passed them by.
	2. They need to give all their material goods to Ramtha, then start
from scratch all over again. No Visa cards, no Beamers, no cell phones. All
they get to keep is their instruments and a cassette tape player. They may
apply for food stamps.
	3. They need to be stiffed by a minimum of six different promoters
in a 12-month period for a minimum of eight years or until they turn 50,
whichever comes last.
	4. They need to sleep on the floor of at least three clubs in
Germany or Texas because the agent "forgot" to book a hotel room.
	5. They have to read Kerouac's "On the Road," then drop acid at
Kesey's farm in Eugene. When they come down they have to do one of three
things: A. Pretend it's the Sixties and live like it.
	B. Realize it was all a drug-induced mirage, then shut up and go
back to their real lives, regardless of how pathetic they may seem.
	C. Get over it!

Fifteen minutes passes quickly for some people. For others it's way too
long. And it's even worse when we switch to Daylight Time.


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