Civil Civic has recieved many attractive offers from major entertainment corporations, who have urged us to sign on the dotted line and then watch in awe as our bank accounts are flooded with high five figure advances and our personal lives become wastelands of drug addiction and false, toadying friends.
But when it comes down to it we’re just a roll-your-sleeves-up kind of act. We get a boot out of going it alone and doing things the hard way.
This philosophy is reflected in the small core of individuals who we have invited to be part of our inner circle and share with us the glory and triumph that comes as a natural part of being involved in such a unique and stylish endeavour.
Our peeps are good peeps.
With one glaring, unfathomable exception.
Andy Inglispronouncedingles is a dark and mysterious figure who is known throughout the European music industry mainly for his good manners and snappy attire. Any short meeting with this guy would leave you with the impression of a sincere, thoughtful, ethical man with an eye for a nice pair of slacks. But that would only be the neat/casual tip of a big, black, greasy iceberg that has probably sunk more ships than Nelson.
Andy is a man of deep and profound contradictions that burn in his brain like hot coals and keep him awake for days at a time. At the bitter root of it is a bottomless hatred for everything that moves and breaths the air. Smiling children, butterflies, golden retriever puppies.... everything.
A normal conversation with Inglispronouncedingles will usually start with the words “Look a’ this fuckin’ cunt.” And then quickly move on to less sunny topics. Yet his personal code dictates that he is constantly performing minor acts of chivalry and good manners for the benefit of relative strangers, even at great inconvenience to himself.
His involvement with Civil Civic seems to be some sort of wide-screen, more sustained act of chivalry. I think he pities us on some level, and feels honor bound to provide his expertise and support more or less free of charge until we come to our senses and become bank tellers or heroin addicts.
It's a fairly open secret that Andy has recently been overwhelmed by a shocking and painfull experience which has shaken his world-view and basic mind-set to it's hideous black core. He has, it seems, fallen deeply in love with a pretty girl.
Poor bastard. There he was, minding his own bussiness, hating the world and everyone in it with razor sharp intensity and WHAM!!!! Love came to town.
Only the wise can predict what sort of mayhem this is going to unleash inside this man over the long haul, but I fear the results. There's nothing to do now but put him under close observation and wait for the cracks to show. The clock is ticking.
Anyway, I seem to have wandered a bit from the topic I wanted to post about, which was basically to thank Andy Inglispronouncedingles from the very bottom of my watery heart for his support, assistance and general good-guy-ness in relation to Civil Civic.
He is one of us, 'til death do us part, for better or worse, and it fills me with pride to know it.
