Michael Nesmith 15th December 2016
From time to time I have to take a stern rebuke from my friends. It’s more difficult as I get older -- but I must say it seems to do me more good -- and I don’t think that has too much to do with how painful the rebuke can be.
The hardest part is to feel like a fool, or an idiot, or a moron, or just wrong -- loud and wrong is the worst. Usually loud means that I have concocted a certainty that allows me to move-like-jagger -- but I somehow know I don’t really look all that good doing it. Many times, thankfully, there is a friend around who yells “Just stop that!”
Bob Krasnow just died -- I am sure most of you never heard of him -- he was my first manager back in the 60’s in LA.
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He had a great musical ear -- and very little time for my foolishness. I’m not self-deprecating when I say he only called me out rightly -- and the thing he usually called me out on was low-brow music -- music that didn’t measure up to his standards.
Bob had a way of moving the reference point to a place where it sounded like his opinion -- and I always balked at that because it seemed shallow, merely his opinion, and many times it was.
But most of the times it wasn’t.
Once he said to me, loud, out on Sunset boulevard outside the House of Pancakes, as we were getting into a car, “Just be a man! Take the hit, be responsible!”
It made me furious. I felt steam coming out of my ears. By the time I got from, the sidewalk into the car, it dawned on me that he was right. I had wandered into cowardice, and worse, was excusing it.
It was one of the most important musical lessons I ever learned, and I often think that had it not been for Bob, I might never have learned it at all -- gender politics aside. A few months later Bob sold his management contract with me to Screen Gems for the new series they were starting. He made a lot of money on that sale.
Bob and I stayed close friends for a few years, then distant friends, then we lost touch. But over time I have come to recognize this same friend in the eyes of many of my closest and most trusted allies, especially when they scream at me for doing something stupid.