Puff Daddy is Almost Gay - WHAHEY!

Prodigious honourings to you my massed ranks of cognoscenti,

Today I opened the paper to find that Sean "Puffy Combs" had to make a rapid exit from the Maddox Club in London because he was approached by a big gay rich bloke. Aparently Puff was just chillin' with the bretheren when the mincer with the quiff sauntered over and tried to squeeze the knees of the MC's.

Laugh? I nearly shat.

I mean what does the guy expect?

Everywhere else in the English speaking world the world "Puff" is synominous with breakfast cereals and gay men. So unless you are going to leave the confines of your luxury sweet (sic) don't call yourself Puffy and expect not to be chatted up by another geezer!

In a way this is a great example of how branding works.

Call yourself Coke these days and there is a good chance a nice lady with no nose will invite herself to your barmitvah.
Or Tab and you are going to be surrounded by teenagers looking for a rave.

I guess you already know that the label is called Baria. The trouble with that is it was suppossed to be BARRIER. Just like the Reef. I thought that would be a kool name for an Aussie label. When I registered the name I was overseas and had to do it all by phone. The idiot on the other end heard my name and wrote it as BARIA. So now that's the name of the label. Okay I can live with that but it seems that Baria is a province in India and also something to do with fundamentalist muslims or something. Pretty ironic really, considering I hate all kinds of fundamentalists.

So in a nutshell my little peonies, beware of names. If you get it wrong you might get fondled by a person that isn't quite your cup of tea.

On the other hand - maybe a change is as good as a rest. Remember the lube dude.

Puff on Daddy.

Ciao

Ranchero

I had a look at my old posts and it seems I am always going on about being called dude.

I am told this has annoyed a lot of people - well a few people - well a hippy in San Fernando anyway - and my response is this...

SOD OFF AND STOP CALLING ME DUDE, HIPPY!



What can I say. I have resorted to abuse and that's terrible. But once in a while there is no other option.

I know I have mentioned rudeness before but road rudeness is just another aspect to our ever more stressful lives.
So now I am sitting here watching one of those gruesome TV shows about car crashes and dangerous driving and all that kind of thing. It is horrible to see what lunacy is out there on the roads. People die all the time but unexpected death is just awful and its even worse if it's because some idiot thinks he is driving a Nascar on the public highway (for those of us who aren't American this is Formula 1 without the skill or action) and it sort of brings me to the real point of this rant.

Why don't we take any account of how other people feel? Are we really that selfish? God, I hope not.

Surely being selfless or even sympathetic is the core value of music. It is what makes music connect with our heart and souls. Empathy for the devil you may say is actually what works. I mean why else would 90% of songs be about love? It is the universal signifier that we all understand.

In fact did you know that love is as essential as food? Without it we literally shrivel up and die. Sometimes abstract concepts are pretty powerful things you know. Like Mr Lennon said LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED.

Now that's what I call a neatly squared circle because as you already know John was a total hippy. And that just goes to show - one hippy is a self obsessed wanker and the other is lives in San Fernando - JOKE!

(You already knew what I was going to say so I thought I would just see if you were paying attention.)