Conflict of Interest Bring It On
posted by June 8 at 8:25 AMon
It only seems appropriate that my first post should be about The Stranger, since ye olde Slog writers are continually getting flak for talking about themselves. I’m actually a fan of the self-referential posts and the overwrought inner workings of the staff. It’s kinda like spying on that weird neighbor across the street or eavesdropping on the bus.
Since we’re all slogging from the comforts of our homes or (non-Stranger) offices today, there won’t be any Overheard in the Office posts concerning crazy things Charles has uttered, wacky outfits worn by Nipper, or disgusting foodstuffs making the rounds in Editorial.
Sigh. It’s gonna be a long day.
Thankfully, I’ve got dirt on Christopher Frizzelle and Eric Grandy to share, after conversations with both of them at the packed-to-the-rafters CSS show at Neumo’s last night. I am beginning to believe that Freaky Friday is actually an experiment in psychological terror, possibly conceived by the Editorial staff while stoned out of their gourds on wacky tabacky.
I should state this for the record: I like Christopher and Eric. I have disagreed with them many times in the past, and hope to do so again in the future. This does not mean I don’t think they are good dudes. I am happy to know them. I cannot, however, overlook the diabolical glee they each exhibited when discussing today’s switch-a-roo.
Christopher was positively giddy when telling me that he could hardly wait to comment on whatever we post. “You can dish it, but can you take it?” he asked, with a suspicious grin on his face. He then voiced his concern about the volume of today’s content. “I don’t know how you guys will keep up,” he said, proudly adding that Thursday’s Slog post total hovered around 40.
I had to remind him that the twenty-plus Editorial staffers that churn out such numbers are actually paid to write, unlike the motley assortment of nine ne’er-do-wells they’ve assembled here today, most of which will be furtively posting while employed at places other than Stranger.
Eric was more understated in his attempts to psyche me out. We talked a little local music world gossip and shot the shit about the Line Out segregation and their lack of participation in today’s inevitable online chaos. It was a fun and friendly conversation. But, under his genial manner and honest enthusiasm beat the heart of a warrior. I could see the look in Eric’s eyes and it all but screamed, “I’ll get you, Kerri Harrop, and your little dog, too!”
Payback, as they say, is a bitch. Let the games begin.