One of the hardest things to do in any field is mobilizing and coordinating any amount of people to work towards any common goal. I’ve seen it countless times when trying to coordinate a shoot, or a meeting or something as simple as getting a writer to a location at a certain time. I can’t even get my sis to show up at my mom’s house on time for Thanksgiving, so when I went to the first magazine meeting and saw 12 people captivated by the process and all in tune with what was happening, I got the feeling Greg was on to something.
Mag meetings were typically held on Sunday which sucked because I was a Jets fan and they played on Sunday however the way I rationalized that was A) throw yourself into the process and absorb what you can and B) the Jets suck anyway, won’t make the playoffs and it was a waste of 3 hours and fevered emotion. This was before the mythical run they are on now (Go Gang Green!).
So I was introduced in the meeting as a writer and everyone around the room introduced themselves. Strong personalities among the bunch, everyone giving off their own vibe of confident belonging. I just sat in the corner observing, as I do in most situations. Better to understand and engage rather than blurting shit out from jump, though I found this isn’t always the case.
What I loved about the mag meetings was the energy. How we’d go from discussing topics for the next issue to things like, which Bush daughter was the hottest, Who has a pass to say the N-word without repercussions and who had the best album so far in the given year. Often times we got little done, but the passion was there and everyone played a part.
Tommy Boy was cool and I appreciated what I learned there about the music industry, but the indie mag that held meetings in an Atlantic ave Brooklyn office when no one else was around started to grow on me more than the indie label who seen its better days pass by already. The power to move people with words and imagery, the challenge to entertain by injecting humor in what was typically a very serious arena, the chance to be the ones doing something first whether we gave the cover story to a recording artist or hot new cable tv show cast before anyone else. It was alluring. This was it, this was the ground level and I got in. I was determined to do whatever it took to help the magazine succeed. In my mind the Music and Publishing world could co-exist without issues arising and if anything one could benefit the other. I felt fortunate to discover what it was I wanted to do so early on in my journey.
At this point I knew Hunter College wasn’t for me. I was completely unenthusiastic about it, I was majoring in liberal arts which meant I was wasting time and there were so many people from my HS there it felt like Brooklyn Tech 2.0. Even though looking back I see now I could have utilized that time in a beneficial manner by changing my major and using the resources available, but vision in hindsight is always 20/20 clear… eventually I felt I should go on another break and focus on the music and the magazine.
This was the path I was meant to take… I could feel it, yet before long I added involvement at a second record company to my already full schedule of work, volunteering, writing and Tommy Boy and this one… was a Major.