Your Love Soothed My Carbuncle

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News from today's LA Times "Business" section: Edgar
Bronfman shoves treacly, stupid or weird lyrics at artists like Celine Dion and other big hitters. He writes under pseudonyms,
a sample, from "Intimacy:"

"Intimacy, I bless you
I worship at your feet
You're the gentle breath on an open sore."

― George Smith, Friday, 28 November 2003 20:02 (twenty-two years ago)

for real?

― Huckleberry Mann (Horace Mann), Friday, 28 November 2003 20:04 (twenty-two years ago)

Jawohl!

― George Smith, Friday, 28 November 2003 20:09 (twenty-two years ago)

Rain, Tax (It's Inevitable)

― bad jode (Jody Beth Rosen), Friday, 28 November 2003 20:11 (twenty-two years ago)

Heh heh heh.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 28 November 2003 20:16 (twenty-two years ago)

It's a nice gig. Write swill for million-sellers afraid to say boo
to you because you're the big business cheese. Collect parasitic
royalties outside of regular humongous salary.

Hey, it'd be great to right lyrics like, say:

Love, like spaghetti
If fast and carelessly taken
Can come out the nose.

Now wouldn't you like to get a big check with a few zeros for
that?

― George Smith, Friday, 28 November 2003 20:22 (twenty-two years ago)

It could be used to buy silence. Something Mr. Bronfman forgot to do it seems.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 28 November 2003 20:23 (twenty-two years ago)

An aggravated anonymous source seems to be the main tipster.

― George Smith, Friday, 28 November 2003 20:26 (twenty-two years ago)

Bless his secretive heart.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 28 November 2003 21:12 (twenty-two years ago)

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