Who am I? Who cares? Good questions. It's my site, so I'm going to tap into a Friday once in a awhile by telling you more about who I am - via a "Stuff I Like" series. Nothing too serious, just exploring the micro-niche that resides at the base of all of our lives. Potshots encouraged in the comments.
That's right. Every time I hear this song, I think it's gold. Glen Campbell and Drake are the best lyric-writers ever, although maybe someone else penned the lyrics to their songs.
Drake provided, "Last name Ever, first name Greatest, Like a sprained ankle boy, I ain't nothin' to play with", and you thought that was gold.
Glen Campbell broke off the following in Rhinestone Cowboy:
"Like a rhinestone cowboy
Getting cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers comin' over the phone"
I'm into it today because I was talking to a candidate earlier - and when I asked her how the search was going, she said she was getting calls and offers. I immediately asked her if those offers were coming over the phone.
The silence was uncomfortable.
Screw it, I was entertained. See the video below from 1975 (click through if you're viewing the email). If I ever do a conference, we'll sing this like they sing "Sweet Caroline" at the Red Sox games. And we'll automotically feel closer as a result.