The Neil Spiel

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The
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   I've been on the outer edge of the inner fringe of "The Biz" almost my entire life. From age 12 to age 30 I was a (mostly) working musician. Since age 30, I've been a Personal Manager. I love my chosen field. It lets me use as many of my left and right brain functions as I can still tap into. (I've always said I like writing a good contract way better than writing a good song). I'm fortunate to represent a great group of creative maniacs, and proudly count myself in their number.

   In my "work", (and it's often hard to call it that), I've met, befriended, and been befriended by, more amazing folks than any 20 people should have in their lives. And gone to their shows, dinners, meetings, brisses/christenings, wakes, funerals, bar/bat mitzvahs, weddings, divorces, and on and on... I've never forgotten one thing I've heard. And one thing always leads to another. And I haven't forgotten those things, either.

   I have opinions. Boy, do I have opinions. So this will be my sounding off point. My "Pride Rock" so to speak. The place from where I'll oversee my beloved, chosen field of play, the entertainment industry.
Hollyweird. And occasionally ramble, rave, but mostly rant, about it.

   That's right, rant.

   Buckle up...

Redemption...just a 20 minute speech away.

This entry was posted on 6/7/2008 9:08 AM and is filed under Rave.

    It seems that the massive ego that drove Bubba into the White House wasn't his alone. His wife surely has it also, and that's not necessarily a negative criticism.

    On Wednesday I asked Hillary to go away. I may have been a bit hasty. Her very unflattering non-concession speech of Tuesday night infuriated me, and many, many others. It was the epitome of sorelosership; quintessential nyah nyah nyah, led off by Terry McAuliff's ridiculously antagonistic introduction of "the next President of the United States".

    But I've just watched as Mrs. Clinton delivered a very strong, clear endorsement of our true next president, Barack Obama. The speech was really a few speeches, and therefore all over the map. Yes, it was overly self-congratualtory. Yes, it had an awful lot of "me" in it. And yes, she even found a way to laud Bubba's reign in it. But she somehow found a way of using that inimitably ego-centric view (so unique to politicians named Clinton) to clearly, emphatically, and convincingly lead her followers to Mr. Obama.

    When she used his campaign slogan "Yes We Can" she did so in a way that left no doubt she believed it. When she beseeched her followers to pray for his success, she clearly included herself in that congregation.

    So, okay, don't go away just yet, Mrs. Clinton. In fact, if you (and, hopefully, Bubba) can maintain this attitude and be this supportive and work this hard to secure Barack's eventual win, don't go away at all. Take your rightful place as a leader of our party, and our country, with pride.

    In fact, take your place as his running mate. If, again, you can show us that the attitude of this speech was REALLY your attitude, you've earned, and deserve, it and I, for one, will support it.

(A slight P.S. - If not the Veep, Mrs. C, I pray I see you in a robe on the bench of The Supreme Court. I cannot think of anyone more able, and suited, for it, and almost hope to see you there more than as second banana. It's a much longer, much, much more impressive tenure. You deserve it).