I have so much I want to write about, but so little time. Some of it might even mitigate the blowback we’ve been getting lately for picking on those poor, sad Republicans. There’s the possible post on the death of music criticism, maybe one about President Obama‘s despicable end run around the Constitution re: domestic signals intel (i.e. spying on Americans) and a roundup of counterintuitive and counterproductive US foreign policies.
But alas, I have more important things to do. Namely, a work-party! In a few short moments I’ll be eating and drinking with D.C. policy luminaries and assorted oddball geniuses. One of whom happens to be my personal hero. That’s right, I get to once again hang with the great Sandy Pearlman.
For those who don’t know, Sandy helped kick-start rock criticism, “invented” and wrote songs for Blue Öyster Cult, managed and produced BOC and Black Sabbath (among others) and has been called “the Hunter S. Thomson of rock.” Currently a professor at McGill University in Montréal, he keeps it real Nostradamus-style with his public prognostications about the “paradise of infinite storage” (which could mean the end of intellectual property) and the chips that will soon be implanted in our heads.
What’s not to love about this guy?