Loves us some Rembert Browne.
Speaking of the music crowd, these past three days have shown me something I never expected to witness. No one (and I mean that in the least hyperbolic way possible) rolls deeper than the employees of a start-up. No one. It’s unbelievable. I referenced the music crowd because I have long thought of “crews” as a rapper’s entourage or maybe America’s Best Dance Crew. No longer will I think like that, because the image of 10-12 adults in matching shirts walking almost in formation around the Austin Convention Center committing acts of “I’m putting my poster/sticker over your poster/sticker” terrorism will forever be seared in my brain. It’s been like three days of watching the final scene inDrumline/Stomp the Yard/Step Up 2, minus the dancing (so far) but plus the two-minute sales pitch.
Gold Jerry! Gold I tell you.