HM | The Hard Music Magazine

Memories from a show…

Delta Dawn, what’s that flower you have on? Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? (why do I have to be so random? If I ever seriously lose my mental facilities, I could be a most dangerous, annoying or funny person to be around. I could be like that guy in Twilight Zone who absorbs the knowledge of every book in a library and starts spouting off random facts: “Los Angeles is as big as Rhode Island. A rat’s teeth never stop growing…”)

It’s kind of awkward to ask for help, but humility is more of a good thing than a bad thing…

Some people would ruffle their feathers if someone said “Holy Crap!” next to them. They just would. Not my friend Levi, though. He says it all the time…and it’s funny.
On the subject of Hot Tamales, one of our former ad sales persons, Cathy Tucek, once bought several boxes and printed out new labels in the same style that said “HM Magazine,” along with nutritional information about how advertising in HM was beneficial.

(I prefer to use this term rather than “intern,” because some internships are nothing more than glorified go-fer positions that pad resumes and involve making copies and getting coffee. Our interns write major features and help decide content. They get real-time experience and make real-time decisions with real risks and consequences. Take that, IBM!)