I went to college during the era of the indie-guitar douche-bag singer-guy (extra hyphens for you Nate). Everyone knew at least one. He was the guy with faded, trendy thrift store clothes and stringy long hair that never got washed because soap was the evil byproduct of capitalism and corporate greed.
If you can’t relate to that description, Beavis and Butt-Head nailed it in this clip:
Man that dude could sing!
Well, not really, but he had a scratched up guitar with “character” and matching Birkenstock sandals that showed how serious he was about his art. People (girls) ate that shit up.
Guess how many of those guys are famous rock stars now…
(Don’t you dare say Jack Johnson, he’s an anomaly)
Around my sophomore year, I had a friend who managed to infiltrate the indie music guy scene in one of the most epic ways possible. He was able to do it because he was a brilliant guitar player. He could make the guitar do things that didn’t seem possible and it was fun to watch. But he hated self-serving hypocrisy. And he couldn’t hold a tune to save his life.
So… he would play his one and only original song for anyone who would listen. The song, called “The Cry of the Eagle,” was 5-10 minutes of him strumming and finger-picking beautiful melodies while his “groupies” hung on every note. THEN… the finale.
He would squawk at a frequency most humans cannot achieve and then conclude the song with a mighty “Ca Caw!”
It was funny even if you knew what was coming (especially if there were any new audience members). But it was hardly music.
I hate to break it to you, but there are a WHOLE BUNCH of Birkenstock wearing, guitar toting, wanna-be rock stars in the safety profession as well.
Here’s what I’m getting at:
There are far too many in this industry who want nothing more than to LOOK good. If you don’t believe me, then riddle me this… Why is it that when someone is injured on a work site, the first person that gets called is the “Safety Guy?” Isn’t it a little too late to worry about safety once the injury has already happened?
So why then? Is it because the safety professional is the only one who can care for the injured employee? Probably not.
Chances are it has a lot more to do with silly numbers games and rates. I, for one, have better things to do with my time.
How’s that tune sound to you?