As you’ve probably noticed (unless you’re dangerously sleep-deprived), this blog has recently been re-launched. The intent is to more formally structure it around the book.

What appeared on the old blog—which some are already calling the Classic Business Lessons From Rock blog (or the Business Lessons From Classic Rock blog?)—is being absorbed into this "Home" section, which will include some news, comment, opinion, small-talk, and a little propaganda.

As part of that refocus we're now adding onsite excerpts; the first of these, "Beginnings", considers the origin of the book.

The pivotal realization which led me to write this book occurred many years ago, reading a Boston Globe interview with the then Governor of Massachusetts William Weld.

The article featured his lifelong passion for The Who—the British rock band renowned for trashing its equipment onstage in Dionysian fury. (The same band that in its heyday featured Keith Moon, the hypomanic drummer who enjoyed blowing up hotel toilets with dynamite and driving luxury cars into swimming pools.) Here was a genteel Republican, in a nationally respected newspaper, enthusiastically considering the merits of a famously destructive rock band!


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  1. Would that make this website the re-issue (with bonus tracks), re-mix or "a brave new direction from this pioneering act" *

    Anyways, Merry Xmas to you, John, and all the regulars. Best wishes ans see you in the new year.

    * © Rolling Stone, 1724

  2. By the way, a mildly amusing story prompted by your slow writer / slow reader comments elsewhere.

    A couple of years ago, my brother and I went to visit an aunt who had recently moved to a very remote location. She sent directions which were rather, "Left at the disused tin mine, past the wreck of an old tractor, right after the cow shed" variety. We were running late and I had my foot down and we were struggling because my brother was calling out the directions about 50 yards after we passed each landmark. I asked him to get on the ball and he replied with the wonderful off-the-cuff remark, "It's not my fault you drive faster than Aunty June can wrote."

    There's not a lot you can say to that, really!

  3. Mark, speed is always relative with relatives.

    On behalf of the dozens of BLFR staff and many thousands of readers: thanks for your Christmas wishes — and back at ya' mate!

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