Today, I drove down to Philadelphia to see my favorite band for the first time in 4 years.
I’m not going to say who it was, because the band deserves authentic growth. If I were to say who it was, all my lovely readers would immediately check them out and fall in love with them, and that would result in their going viral overnight. They deserve genuine growth; I wouldn’t do that to them.
Standing at the concert, I came to a rather disturbing realization.
You know the tall guy that stands in front of you right as the headliner starts playing and ruins the entire concert for you?
That’s me.
Maybe Philly is just a short city, but I was, without a doubt, a giant among men when we were in the concert. After 2 songs, I realized that everybody around me was jumping to see the band in the front, while I could see the band with absolutely no difficulty at all, standing at my natural height, with no jumping.
Have you ever seen those videos during Shark Week where a boat drops TONS of chum into the water? The sharks go into a frenzy and swarm around the chum like bloodthirsty lunatics. Then, they test out a new can of shark-repellent, spraying it into the water. All the sharks quietly and clumsily flee the scene, like 3rd graders during a fire-drill.
Well, this was replicated at the concert, directly behind me. There were hundreds of people on ALL sides of me, with the exception of a 5-foot-long straight line directly behind me, where nobody would be able to see the stage.
Every time I swayed to the music, the empty line swayed with me, much like a shadow, so the crowd could still see the performers.
I’m sorry. It’s not my fault. My ancestors were Vikings.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
