This is where Bob shines. Bob understands the values of yesterday, while always surging ahead.
Yes, computers are important in this day and age, but what about the warmth and cherished values of an analog cassette tape? Where is that in Tor Halverstons glossy vision of an unrealistic Newbridge future?
Sure, Marky and Hammerhead have alot of cassette tapes, but does Newbridge really need another copy of Judge or Underdog? Does Newbridge need to dwell on the accomplishments of the past, like a bootleg of the Ramones playing in Danceteria, taped off the soundboard by some guy too high to hit stop. Do you want to listen to an extra 25 minutes of arguements and mumbling from a crowd that grew up to found lofts in Williamsburgh 20 years later? Do you, Newbridge?
And where can you find Mike, except hiding behind his special-interest Zune money? Those slick snake-oil merchants want you to forget about what Newbridge really stands for... the loving crackle of a tape recorder. From the familiar cracks in the Muffler Alley sidewalks to the rusted-out Capri-Classic that has been sitting out in the middle of Newbridge Stadiums outfield for the as long as anyone can remember, we deserve someone with the creativity and unbridled violence build a brighter future.
Thank you.
Spoony