Many moons ago I worked for an import music distributor – hands down my favorite job ever.
One afternoon, when both of my bosses were out, we received a call from Sam Butera, who proceeded to read me the riot act over what he believed were misshipped CDs. He was on tour, as I recall, and CDs were supposed to be shipped where he was playing and not his home.
In any case, he had it completely wrong, and I got bitched out over his mistake.
I still think it’s funny, and so today I leave you with You’re Nobody Til Somebody Loves You by Sam Butera and The Witnesses.