About this BLOG!

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Paul Wallace in Glenside or Abington Area.

Thanks a million for coming by, Paul Wallace is my name....isn't that exciting?

I am trying to post as often as I can and hope to spread some knowledge, many in form of mistakes, to as many people as I can!

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Thank you,

Paul Wallace

One Response to About this BLOG!

  1. Nomad says:

    Hey Paul. We don’t know eachother but my experience with VIP Talent / The IT Factor will become apparent through this email I just sent to their CEO if you’re interested…

    At the very least click on the YouTube link eh? I need a business partner worth their salt as I am. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIJmMi0_JWY

    To the CEO of VIP Talent / The IT Factor,

    Contrary to how it may have seemed this evening, I did not leave the office in some deranged fit of ego maniacal glee or self righteous indignation. This letter is as calm an explanation of why I left as I can muster. I am writing it partly for you, because you did, after all, take the time to come in and see me and I feel like keeping my cool in spite of how it may have looked… but the thing is: It was actually excruciating all the way down in my guts to leave the way I did, but ultimately, I’m okay with it.

    I am fairly aware of what you could have offered me and I am completely aware of what I could have offered you. However, I had the long ride home to think it all over and I am comfortable with my decision to leave in the end and here is why…

    Everything between myself and VIPTalent today has cost me the following:
    -7 hours’ driving time from DC to Feasterville (traffic extended the prospected time of 3 hours in both directions). This was 7 hours that I could have spent working. I typically earn through tips and CD sales an average of 35 dollars, but let’s call it 30 so as not to be melodramatic.
    7 x 30 = 210 dollars.
    To top it off, I spent about 60 on gas and a total of 32 dollars in tolls, so, altogether that’s 302 dollars, give or take, but let’s call it 300. This was not money wasted. I actually learned a great deal from this experience, but that’s another story…

    Here is where I think the confusion was. As CEO of a talent agency, I imagine you encounter many hopeful young people looking for help advancing their careers and dreams in various ways. The typical dreamer will not succeed because everyone has a dream and let’s face it, we cannot all be stars. Knowing this, you fish for signs of unprofessional behavior and for other qualities which would make someone a risky investment, and I understand this. Then, along comes a 31 year old odd ball who is not interested in modeling or acting and whose CD does not sound like anything you’d hear on the radio and to top it off, he walks out after ten minutes of waiting for the interview.

    Only I was not there to be interviewed. I was there as a business owner prepared to enter into a 50-50 mutually beneficial arrangement with a skill set I’ve spent over a decade cultivating and my lifetime developing, a proven veteran of music, albeit an admitted novice to “playing the game,” so to speak. I do not play the game because I live it, every day.

    I have worked the hardest for my own approval and I finally have it. I can sing the way I’ve wanted to for years (far better than on my now 6 year old album), and I know my craft well enough that I am no longer afraid nor intimidated by crowds of any size because I have honed my skills to a degree where I am far more comfortable on a mic and behind a guitar than anywhere else except my bed. Basically I can rock them to the point their wallets open and they spend money happily.

    I no longer have to work for anyone and I love my job. I just play music all day long and I never have to answer to a boss or pay taxes. I am free and I know it. I am also worth millions and I have an arsenal of hit songs in me just waiting for the right convergence of players and circumstances to conspire them into being. So, in that sense, I have already “made it.” I am not a dreamer because I live it every day with my eyes open.

    I’ve heard it said that to be broke is temporary, but to be poor is forever. After today’s expenses, I am about 40 dollars cash and about 20 in my bank account North of broke…but I am not in debt, and I am happy.

    Whether you laugh about it or not (as I heard you doing in the background when I called back to speak to Howard), the situation is this: I am the sole proprietor of a profitable business that is growing like a wildfire of late, has virtually no overhead expenses, minimal rental fees, and pays no taxes.

    In other words, being in the wealthier position did not mean that you were the only CEO in the office today, but you were the one who did not show up at the agreed upon time. You were the one who showed up late. You were not the one who did not have the professional courtesy, or even the basic decency to say, “Thanks for coming out, I’m running a bit late” or “I’m sorry I just need a minute,” or even anything at all. You were the one who walked past me as if I was not there and said nothing as if my time was altogether negligible.
    Why? Was it means of sizing me up? Did you stoop to being unprofessional as a method of sussing out whether or not I would be in return? Was it some sort of challenge to see if I barged in emotionally to say something like, “Blah blah woof bark arf my time precious you mean boo hoo?”

    This seemed to be what Jill thought that you were doing when she said, “That’s who you’re meeting with.”
    “Does she know I’m here?” I asked.
    “Oh yeah they know you’re here. As soon as you came in I just type it in and they receive the message back there so they’ve known you’re here since you got in.”
    “I see.”

    Whether or not you know what I worth or have the wits to see through your emotions to the kind of person who would write a letter such as this and say these things is your business. I cannot make you understand if you choose to laugh and deem me crazy or unprofessional or whatever it is you must now think of me. All that is your business. All I can do is assert that I kindly suggest that you mind it because you lost a LOT of money today, whether you know it or not, and set ablaze what could have been a very profitable partnership over something admittedly so small as a few words of acknowledgment to indicate the already gross imbalance of my efforts against yours towards making things happen together.

    Your President Howard informed that I came “highly recommended.” Teracina was right to highly recommend me. Call it ego if you want but Jill liked me, Howard followed up to make sure I was coming, and Teracina “highly recommended” me.

    Then you brushed me off and laughed about it and now I will further restrain myself by not sending this to everyone in your company because the rest of them have treated me fairly and with kindness.

    I’m saying you owe me an apology for the time and money of mine which you have wasted.

    The ten minutes I waited for you past the time we had agreed upon were some of the most disappointing and longest I can remember but in the face of the literature you sent me which emphasized professionalism, they were also among the most hilarious, especially under the idiot gaze of spray painted nude mannequins being choked by saran wrap or whatever that gaudy thing on your wall was (Okay yeah, that part was unprofessional but God Damn, really?!).

    Anyhow, I can readily admit that there will be a measure of truth to whatever negative things you must think of me, given my behavior today and given the list of “interesting” things I sent to Rebecca Matthews, but the fact remains:

    5 o’clock means 5 o’clock and when someone invests 300 dollars worth of time and money in coming to see you, I don’t think I’m out of line in saying that you owe that person a reciprocated measure of respect and professionalism to a degree where you at the very least nod down at me to say “I’ll be with you shortly.”

    Breezing by a person who just spent 3.5 hours in traffic to see you is just plain insolent and rude and unprofessional and I will put my family name of Thayer on every word of that assertion.

    I came to you today as one business person to another and I was brushed off and laughed at.
    Considering that my job and daily practice is the channeling and expression of emotion through sound, take a moment and think on the fact that I have sent you this in silent type and have kept my cool in doing so without name calling or saying anything insulting unless you took offense to offense to my negative opinion of the Carbonite-encased Silver Surfer and his body-condomed girlfriend.

    Seriously though, you owe me an apology. I don’t take any of this lightly. I assure you that had you merely acknowledged my presence and the fact of what I put up in time=money to be there, we would have gotten along just fine, as I have with every other member of your company thus far.


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