Dear friends,
My darling boy and I are on my way to Philadelphia to spend the weekend with my folks. It was my intention to take advantage of what would have been a quiet afternoon in the office to share my Tales of Pop Music Love with you, for last night, I went to see Erasure at Irving Plaza. I danced, I sang, I screamed like a cheerleader when Andy Bell sang "Blue Savannah" while wearing nothing but blue-sequinned briefs and brandishing giant pink maribou fans, and I thought I'd died and gone to heaven when Vince Clarke did the "Fab Five Freddy said everything's fly" rap on their cover of "Rapture." I sang along to "Victim of Love" and "A Little Respect" and "Ship of Fools" and "Stop!" and their cover of "Solsbury Hill" and "Oh, L'Amour" and the show closer, "Sometimes," for which they turned on the gold stagelights and flooded us all with honey-colored light.
I am trying to remember as much as I can of how this made me feel, because today my fellow LuthorCorp peoples and I learned that the vice-president of our group, the man who recruited me into the company, who was my sales rep when I worked in purchasing at Big Cosmetics Co., who I've known longer than anyone else in this industry, and who is, bar none, the best person I have or ever will worked for, has resigned. His last day is Monday. I don't even want to think of what the office will be like when he is not here.
It is an odd note on which to say happy weekend, dear friends, but...happy weekend, dear friends. See you Sunday.