Time-Warner combined with Internet powerhouse AOL in 2001. This merger was supposed to signal the advent of a new era. Few media wizards foresaw the Bush regime’s rejection of new technology and the promise of this marriage between old and new communication systems resulted in a dead-loss for Time-Warner. AOL became worthless. Bank notes were due and last week Time-Warner was on the brink of GM doom. Their rescue was from an unlikely source. Green Day’s new CD hit #1 upon release.

My friend Jocko Weyland isn’t a big fan, however I had seen their performance at Woodstock. Thousands of fans hurling mud clods at the stage. The trio was covered in goop and they played until a chunk of sodden earth stuck Billy in the head with the force of a Mike Tyson punch. He could have gone down. Instead he shook off the coma and rocked the sons and daughters of the baby boom. Me too. They were the descendants of punk and this week proved the power of the Ramones by saving Time-Warner.

Gabba Gabba Hey Green Day.

Of course the suits at Time-Warner don’t see it that way, but they are fuckheads.

N’est pas?

I was at a Christmas dinner with Time-Warner execs. They complained about piracy. I told them the problem wasn’t piracy, but that they were charging too much for music and had no new marketing skills. They said I didn’t know what I was talking about. That might be true, but I threatened them with a plastic cheese slicer.

“You don’t know nothing about music. You’re only interested in padding your pockets.” I threw food at them. “Eat off the back of artists. Drink too. Useless wankers.”

On eof them protested and I warned him to leave the premises, because no one was interested in hearing their bullshit. My hosts shrugged and said, “Better do what he says.”

I was rude yet with good reason.

Nothing will save Time-Warner.

They are a thing of the past.

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