You, Yes You, Could Be NECRONOMIDOL’s New Manager

/ Homicidol Maniac

Have you ever wanted to be part of the exciting world of music management? Ever wanted to travel the world, meet interesting people, explore new cultures, learn how to swear in foreign tongues, possibly have your soul purged from your body and cast into the Pit to be destroy to create a suitable host for some ancient demon’s return to this dimension that it may take its rightful place as ruler of our world? Then friend, have I got a job opportunity for you!

Age and gender: Don’t matter! Presumably having Japanese: Does! Tokyo area and/or ready transit to the same: Required!

So who’s the big brain to try this out? I’d be all over it if not for having none of the proximity nor language skills that are apparently required in this blatant act of discrimination on the part of one Ricky Wilson. DON’T YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTAND THAT THE RONA HAS MADE PHYSICAL WORKPLACES ALL BUT OBSOLETE OUTSIDE OF THE SERVICE SECTOR! OKAY FINE IN SCIENCE AND MEDICINE AND TRANSIT AND SHUT UP I’M NOT PRIVILEGED BECAUSE I DO ADMINISTRATIVE WORK I LITERALLY HAD MY CAT STEP ON MY KEYBOARD THE OTHER DAY AND COMPLETELY RUIN A REALLY GREAT EMAIL I’D WRITTEN AND THEN I COULDN’T REMEMBER THE TURN OF PHRASE THAT MADE IT SO GOOD SO I JUST DELETED IT. I wonder how much it pays!

Maybe instead of this, one of us should try to becoming Necroma’s international booking manager. I’m not saying to take anything away from the promoters et al who have been putting on their gigs across the globe — I’m saying someone to be the deeply out-there, perhaps-dangerous-to-themself-and-others narcissist who barges into any and all opportunity to book a live performance, from the county fair to Saturday Night Live, and offers up the talents of a let’s-just-call-it-what-it-is-okay-loosely-ethically described “Asian pop group” that “definitely dances like BTS” and “is definitely all girls like BLACKPINK” and “sings live”, and only demands 15% of the take. You don’t even have to pay me out of pocket to do that, Ricky!