Being Mr. Jones, Sha la la la la la la…

December 30, 2005

Doing business in Bablion in the 21st century often means working with younger generations. It keeps you young- if it doesn’t kill you by heart attack. There’s nothing like their naive enthusiasm, raw aspiration and the highest expectations.

You can sell them dreams, but they will sell them back to you. And, you will pay dearly and gladly for those second hand dreams.

They glitter like diamonds in the rough, these Romanian twenty somethings.

They want want to do big things though most don’t have much in terms of skills knowledge, or commitment. They want to be big big stars. But they don’t want to play the guitar all night- every night for ten to twenty years of wait and see.

Sometimes, I was Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones of the Counting Crows’ song, Mr. Jones.

Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
Cause I want to be someone who believes
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
and we stare at the beautiful women

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