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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Monday, April 18, 2011

PSA for the week


Dear fellow graphic designers,

If you respond to an ad like this one, make sure you negotiate for a share of the free beers the band gets at their gigs. More than likely, that's the only compensation you'll ever see (no matter what they promise).

Signed,
Someone currently doing two of these projects (and yes, I went into them knowing I won't get paid, they also know they get the lowest priority).

2 comments:

Eric said...

Hey, you never know--could be the launchpad into becoming the Hipgnosis of the 21st Century, right?

Steve Buchheit said...

Sh'yeah. And monkeys could fly outa my butt.

Besides, in that case you're working for the label, not really for the band. I actually have a little experience in that field (Nashville, Gospel Music). It's a hard business.