Finland rocks!

There’s gotta be something to talk about other than the depressing fact that my album sales have stopped dead in their tracks (not slowed down, just flat stopped like they hit a brick wall… or my Aunt Bessie finally bought all she could afford, damn her and her “but I’m living on Social Security” excuses!).

Whenever I am sad (or stuck for a post), I turn to the Goddess of Goofy, April Winchell. The YouTube video on her blog makes me sooooo happy. All is right with the world after seeing it.

I did have an idea for promoting the cd, but it was quickly shot down…

ME: So, um, Pepperkat… what if I decided to push my album on MySpace?
PK: (pained expression) I would disown you.
ME: Not cool?
PK: MySpace is for losers.
ME: I thought it was the hip, happenin’ place…
PK: Only if you’re a 40-year-old stalker, looking for a 13-year-old pretending to be 30. Dad, seriously, it’s a joke, a well-known joke.

This reminds me of a scene in A Hard Day’s Night:

GEORGE: And who’s this Susan when she’s at home?
SIMON: Only Susan Campey, our resident teenager. You’ll have to love her. She’s your symbol.
GEORGE: Oh, you mean that posh bird who gets everything wrong?
SIMON: I beg your pardon?
GEORGE: Oh, yes, the lads frequently gather round the T.V. set to watch her for a giggle. Once we even all sat down and wrote these letters saying how gear she was and all that rubbish.
SIMON: She’s a trend setter. It’s her profession!
GEORGE: She’s a drag. A well-known drag. We turn the sound down on her and say rude things.
SIMON: Get him out of here!!
GEORGE: Have I said something amiss?
SIMON: Get him out of here. He’s knocking the programme’s image!! Get him out. You don’t think he’s a new phenomenon, do you?
SECRETARY: You mean an early clue to the new direction?
SIMON: Where’s the calendar? No, he’s just a trouble maker. The change isn’t due for three weeks. All the same, make a note not to extend Susan’s contract. Let’s not take any unnecessary chances!