Those who believe too much in their own abilities can go far, but eventually must fail. This doesn’t mean they continue to fail (they could turn it into a learning experience, not that the record industry knows what that means). However, it’s pretty inevitable.
Michael Cohl is very sure of himself and his ideas. Thus it follows that he is bound to fail eventually.
Then again, I tend to run on the safe side. In high school I made elaborate plans to run away and move in with my boyfriend in Venice and scraped them every single time because I decided going to college, getting the hell out of suburbia and actually making something out of my life was more important than an adventure. I will try anything once (I draw the line at insects), but I’m the kind of person who goes to Baja Fresh, looks at the menu for ten minutes, and orders the Baja Burrito with Chicken anyway.
Maybe the Michael Cohls of the world are necessary. At least he was putting his money where his mouth was, or vice versa I guess (he owns the most Live Nation stock out of anyone). I certainly wouldn’t risk that much of my money on a relatively untested plan, but hey, maybe that’s why I’m scraping by on a student salary.
If this means the music industry is learning to innovate rather than micromanage, I’m all for it. I’m only afraid that they’re over-correcting now and going too far off the deep end. (God this post is just FULL of hackneyed clichés, isn’t it.) But for now, I will ignore my nay-saying inner voice.
In a rare moment of condescension, I’m going to root for Cohl. By next post I’ll probably be back to wondering what the hell is wrong with him and his kind, but for now I’m feeling adventurous. And even if he is bound to fail, who says it’s going to be this time around!
From one music lover to another, Mr. Cohl, good luck.
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